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.