AN: I do not own Black Butler or Black Butler II. I also do not own the characters of both seasons or OVAs. I got the idea from an OVA, Spiders Intentions, when Alois was sitting and saving the blue butterfly, thus making me create this poem. Thank you and enjoy.
~*~AloisxClaudeFan4Eve~*~
Why am I so odd
Am I allowed to dream or not to dream such horrid sights
Am I to live with a purpose on these blue wings of mine
A butterfly can fly
I can not because of the way life has treated me
Yet, I still think I can fly when I always fail
How can I live
How can I make myself new, like a caterpillar in a cacoon
How can I get out of this web, which had trapped my soul ever since
I sit in the web trap, calling out for dear life, knowing no one can save me
But I realize as I sit there, calling into nothing but space
I like how I can not fly like the others
Crying, crying for help, crying for love
I still realize I like how I can not fly
Yet, in this darkness I still cry for help
The spider that will consume me of my soul
He will be quite pleased
And so will I at one point
His eyes caught onto my soul, telling me
Yes Your Highness
To my every single, little order
The days pass
Why haven't I died yet
It's because of the spider
I have ripped off both of my precious blue wings
Knowing I still can not fly and can not grow the precious parts back
But it was because of me
My sparkling blue wings, ripped, cracked, and destroyed
I sit in his web, happy still, though I know is shouldn't be
I love your passion, Your Highness he whispers quietly
My blue eyes gaze up at his yellow ones
Why do you think I sit here I asked
It's because I want you by my side.
Forever.