Author's Note: Hello, everyone. I haven't written anything in months, but now, I'm trying to redeem myself. In this fanfiction, I will be writing seven one-shots of Madame Red and Grell, each with a theme of one of the seven deadly sins. This first chapter is to just introduce this fanfiction, but know that I am working hard to bring you this story!
With this introduction, I've written a poem to go with the writing. This poem is something I took probably only half an hour to write, so it's not very good... but I tried to write it with the perspective of Madame Red and Grell both.
Enjoy, and I hope I've gotten you eager for this fanfiction! c:
It's a pain and a trill, this power over me besides,
A strength I have not over me, but in my heart resides,
The little things that matter not, how I want them so,
When their burdens become my yearning, then my ENVY starts to show,
I wish and pray, to no avail, I give away my soul.
The wine that trickles down my lips, I have too much of that,
Why fill the space with empty words when it occupies my mind,
Of hands that hold the puppet strings and shivers down my spine,
My GLUTTONY of things that people want but cannot have,
The wine on my lips and diamonds on my neck, both suffocate and choke me,
I want more, but not of the things that I can see.
This want and longing for these things, they drive me to insanity,
And my GREED becomes the noose that they strung around my neck.
It's not the appeal that draws me to her, oh, it's much more then that,
Something to caress me and break me all the same,
The LUST that drives me to go back,
A power that I scream not, but whisper against her skin,
It's a sigh, it's a breath, it's a destructive, deadly sin.
My SLOTH has made me ignorant, and I quickly turn my face,
From things that shine their light on a many empty place,
Because there, they offer no revenge, or something to subside,
The emotions that I feel are boiling over on the inside.
I look into the mirror and see a face I hate,
They call it PRIDE or VANITY, that's what it been of late,
But when I become obsessed with having to look the part,
That my mind enrolls in,
I can't tell if it's a blessing or a sin.
They have everything I wanted, yet they cast it to the fire,
When they tell me it's a burden,
My rage and WRATH becomes a dangerous desire,
To take it from them so they could feel the pain.
A power taken over my mind,
And she should feel the same-
The things that drive to these things,
I know them by one name,
The Seven Deadly Sins are a master with a growing flame.