I think this is poetry can someone let me know weather I'm wrong or not. Is there such thing as Free-Verse poetry? And did I post this right?
Down Comes Butterfly

Her wings were
Soft and light,
Perfect for flight,
Upon the wind she romanced.

But when the blood trickled down…

You can’t stop butterfly’s fall
Down she’ll come, beauty and all.

In her loneliness she became the moth,
Her heart stopped in the dark,
She was merely bait.

The predators were on the prowl…

She stayed in the shadows
Cold and frightened
Her fall was fast…

Grounded.
Down she’ll come, beauty and all.