There Elizabeth stood, her ribbons on the ground.
And those poor, poor Bizarre Dolls; they we're going down.
Ciel looked around: there was no Lizzie.
His fiancée who was smiling, adorable, and prissy.
Lizzie was full of joy, happiness, and mirth.
Elizabeth was a fighter, and had been since birth.
Lizzie, her green eyes bore with a gigantic imagination.
Elizabeth's green eyes bore with an extreme determination.
And Ciel, the bewildered boy, he almost started to cry.
And he would've the second his Lizzie and/or Elizabeth died.
Now, he could only stare as she sliced the zombies in half,
but since when could she do this? He couldn't figure out the math.
'She's your bethrothal?' He thought, 'Why would she keep this from you?'
He thought a little more; he had had secrets, too.
He thought, and he thought, back to a long time ago.
The reason it was a secret wasn't just for status quo.
He had once said he wanted a wife who he could protect, who was weak.
She already knew she wasn't that, so she never did speak.
Lizzie's goal was to make sure Ciel felt alive.
Elizabeth's prime directive was to make sure he would not physically die.
Lizzie, in reality, was partially a façade.
Or maybe it was Elizabeth, who was really the fraud.
Lizzie and Elizabeth, there were in no way the same.
They shared one body, but played two different games.
Or maybe, truly, this girl was a mixture of both.
And Ciel's realization of is called character growth.
Lizzie and/or Elizabeth's dress was tattered and teared,
Lizzie would have cried, but Elizabeth didn't care.
And Ciel had to admit, he was intrigued by this Elizabeth side of her,
but he also enjoyed Lizzie, neither side he preferred.
But now Elizabeth was splatted all over with blood.
And Lizzie forced a smile through the undead's bodily fluids and the flood.
Lizzie and/or Elizabeth spoke, "Ciel, I did my best, to protect you with my life.
I know I'm improper and uncute but will you still take me as your wife?"
And he should. And he would.
He'd tell her forever he could.
And her green eyes, with both imagination and determination, they bore.
And with that look, he couldn't help but love her more.
He wanted to tell her, tell her how much he cared.
How much he cherished the moments they shared.
And how much his love for her ran through his head.
And he was going to tell her...
...but Sebastian spoke instead.
And he would protect his protector, also, with his own life.
He'd always take Lizzie and/or Elizabeth as his wife.
A/N: How was it? Good? Bad? Poetic? Terrible? Tell me!
Smiles.
-NerdsRule, 7:25p.m.
