A.N./ Hi! This is a poem I made in Social Studies while they were talking about prayer in school... Anyway, it's how I imagine Madam Red's mind while Ciel was gone and what not. Anyway. Enjoy! Rated T because I'm paranoid about the violent content.
DISCLAIMER! I do not own Black Butler. There's a reason I'm on FanFiction.
Her hands were stained red,
Like the color of her hair,
Her eyes,
Her favorite party dress.
Red,
As the blood of her sister,
Her nephew,
Her unborn child.
Her knife was stained red,
The color of her lover's hair,
His weapon,
His glasses frames.
Red as anger,
Red as hate,
Red as the bodies beneath her feet.