I own absolutely nothing (how sad)
I do not own kuroshitsuji or ciel or sebastian (oh how i wish i did...)
My first thingy on here. please be nice...
oh i just realized i do own the poem. yes that's righ the poem is mine i wrote it it is copyrighted do not take it thank you.
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Ciel liked poetry. No, he loved poetry. He would often jot down a simple poem when Sebastian turned his head, or pour his heart and emotions into one when the demon was preparing his supper. Ciel didn't think Sebastian knew about his writing, but, alas, what kind of butler would he be if he was not aware of his master's doing? In fact, he had managed to snatch one of the young master's better poems from the study after Ciel had been put to bed. Sebastian read it every morning and every evening, loving every word as much as he loved the hand that had written it. He knew it by heart (if he had had one, i suppose). It went like this:
Flying blindly
Without wings
Dreams can be such
Pitiful things
Fires Burning
Angels sing
Here where I belong
Days can't count themselves
You know
Love be black
Or pure as snow
Oh, how i wish that
I could go
The place where I belong
It pains me though
I cannot leave
Hearts and tears
Upon my sleeve
You may doubt but
I believe
This is where I belong
