It's short.. Real short.
But i'm posting it anyways.
Its sort of a free verse poem, I guess.
I wrote it while rewatching His Butler, At The Funeral..
Disclaimer: I do not own Black Butler..
Dear Madam Red..
Your hair was red.
The color of spider lilies.
It was very beautifull.
The color of passion, power.
You suffered great loss.
You went through much pain.
...I know this now.
I see this now.
It grieves me greatly.
Now that your gone.
It greives me more.
That I was the one to end it.
To end your life.
To end the life we had.
It was quit strange for me.
To love anouther woman.
But I'll allways love you Madam.
Wherever you are.
Heaven or hell?
Your memory will haunt me forever.
This is a memoir.
To you.
My dearist Madam Red.
~From your reaper in red, Grell.
I hope someone fond enjoyment out of this little piece of work.
-Ann.Z