.:Stolen:.
Something that is lost can never be returned
A line I've repeated since the day my parents were burned.
Shrouded in the darkness,
Life becomes a malevolent game of chess.
Who will win this deadly charade?
Tis I, the boy with the sharp shooting maid
Ordinary servant? Please, only the strong can survive
This is after all, the noble house of Phantomhive.
My butler Sebastian is the strongest of them all
A demon who serves at my beck and call.
A deal we have made, Sebastian and I
The proof lies in my purple eye.
So beside me he'll stand to fulfill my fate
Waiting patiently till he hears the words "Checkmate".
So this was a poor attempt at rhyming poetry I wrote a little over two years ago and just found in a stack of old papers in my room. I only changed a bit of it, but poetry has never been my strong point so yeah... I hope you at least found it interesting or enjoyable.