Hello everyone, I felt like posting this random drabble-poem-thing which I really feel isn't a poem, but whatever. Its my first time writing for the Kuroshitsuji fandom, so please bear with me ^^. I don't own the series, yadda-yadda, only my ideas. Enjoy!
Summary: The rise and the fall of power. Sometimes Ciel can't help but to wish he was in control. Ciel-centric poem-thing, no pairings. The 'you' he briefly refers to is, obviously, Sebastian.
Rated K+ just for saftey :D
The Fall
For a moment, just a moment
He feels like he can see
His throne lifts him up higher and higher
Makes him wish for heaven
He knows well his wicked ways
His grudges held from childhood days
Many empty-hearted words he speaks
But he's King, he's King!
He is the law
He is to whom you must sing!
His justice is divine
So sometimes he can't help it
He ends up playing God
Even Gods can be lonely, he thinks
Surrounded by nothing
Laughter
He knows that there is no such thing as nothing
Because nothing can be something
And something can always be nothing
Seething rage, all around
He knows his reign is done
He refuses to leave his throne
Its all he's ever known
He's ripped apart, he's torn to shreds
But his eyes are wide and clear
And reality hits him and he's falling
He thinks it isn't fair, it isn't fair, it isn't fair
That life had loved him less
And he falls (Oh how he falls!) from his make-believe heaven
His destination?
Hell
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