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