This is a poemfic i guess, i know poems aren't well liked especially old ones but give it a try. Its about Sebastian thoughts after him and Ciel part ways its a bit sad. The poem can be taking as if it was Sebastian saying it, umm so enjoy! ^^
Poem : When We two Parted by Lord Byron ( poem is in Bold)
Beta : RedButler ( Thanks^^)
I own nothing , just the tears shed as i wrote this ( seriously am quite a cry baby when it comes to sad fics)
When we two parted
Sebastian touched his face in wonder. He had completed his part of the contract and he had devoured his master`s soul, yet as he sat there next to his lifeless master he couldn`t help the silent tears that fell.
When we two parted
In silence and tears
Half broken - Hearted
To sever the years
Pale grew thy cheek
and cold
colder, - thy kiss
Truly that hour
foretold sorrow to this
Sebastian didn't know why but before returning back to his home he found himself at the Phantomhive manor, what was left anyway. He heard a familiar voice; Lady Elizabeth??? He hid himself from her and those with her, "Ciel!" She cried out and he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt.
The dew of the
morning
sunk, chill on my brow.
It felt like the warning
of what i feel now.
Thy vows are all broken
and light is thy fame
I hear thy name spoken
and share in its shame
Sebastian knew he had grown too attached to his young master. He couldn't help the hatred he felt for those at his master's funeral. "No one knew you, My Lord, like I did." And Sebastian left hearing the cries of his Master`s name over and over again being said by those who hardly knew him.
They name thee
before me.
A knell to mine ear
A shudder come o`er
me....
Why wert thou so dear?
They knew not i knew thee,
who knew thee too
well.....
Long, long shall i rue thee
too deeply to tell.
Sebastian returned to the place where his master slept the eternal sleep and found it empty.
"I wonder if I will ever meet you again, young Lord. In some distant future will you recognize me? How could I greet you, My Lord?"
In secret we met
In silence I grieve
that thy heart could
forget.
Thy spirit deceive
If I should meet thee
After long years
How should I greet thee
with silence and tears.
