Won for a Price

by Lady Owl Of The East

CIel won, But for a heavy price. POEM. Ciel-centric. Done for a project in school. Anime-verse

I feel the demon's warm breath as he leans forward to take the thing he has been starving himself for.

He promises to make it as painless as possible, but I know much better.

I give him one final order, to make it as painful as possible, to carve the pain of my life into the soul he is about to take.

Darkness engulfs me, I feel my soul slip out of my body.

I am the Earl Ciel Phantomhive,

The king on the chess board, I lost all my pawns, and had only my knight,

But won for a price.

The price of my soul.

I wake to the demons deep voice.

But, who am I? Where am I?

Why am I alive?

Time goes on, I remember.

Remember who I was.

But, it's too late to give the one who deserives it my soul,

I have become like him,

A demon.

I was once the Earl Ciel Phantomhive.

I am still the King, who has only a knight.

But I am the late Ciel Phantomhive, of only age 13.

Wandering forever, with only my Butler, Demon, and knight by my side.

I am no longer human, now a beast who only needs souls.

I won.

For a price.

The price of my humanity.