A/N: This is the first thing I'm posting, It's a poem based off of Episode 12, how Ciel feels when Alois and himself are Sitting, waiting to see which Demon will die. A bit Ciel/Alois, not really prominent, more friend-like then couple-ish. Written by the Ciel of SpiderFly~
On this chess board we sit
Back to back,
Waiting for one of our worlds
To fade black.
You talk to me, talk like I'm
Your friend,
I let it go because, for one of us,
This will be the end.
Your voice gets soft,
Your words become light,
I see blood and darkness,
Claude lost the fight.
In your last minutes,
We sit together
And I find myself fancying
This moment forever.
I feel your hand,
Briefly locked with mine,
You're fading slowly,
We've run out of time.
Your back is barely there,
You really are disappearing,
At the thought of this,
My eyes begin tearing.
"You've Won." You tell me,
Your voice smiling,
"This Game Of Chess Is Over."
I wish you were lying.
"Congratulations."
Your last word to me,
This makes me sad
Though I feel I should be Happy.
You could've said so much,
You could've said more,
But you kept it short
And left my heart sore.
I know what I must do,
I must accept this Fate,
So, to no one in particular,
I announce,
"Checkmate."
-Ciel Phantomhive
