(A/N: This is just a short poem I wrote about Ciel, hope you enjoy...)
One night, a boy lingered on a dreary thought.
He sat by the warmth that the fire had brought.
He pondered the day that his parents had died.
The reasons why, had all been contrived.
He looked to the moon, so brilliant, so bright.
Then to the room that had caused so much fright.
His parents had died, right where he stand.
Scarred for his life, with a gun in hand.
He held it up straight to his head.
Pulled the trigger, but wasn't dead.
Something saved him from his terrible fate.
And with a demon contract, there is no escape.