(a/n) so, this is a sonnet I wrote for english class :3 the teacher ended up saying it didnt cover what it needed to, so im probably going to post another sonnet later, one of a similar variety XD R&R please :D
The mystical demon butler in black,
He is always available to serve.
He'll save the day with a well-timed smack,
You won't disagree, its one they deserve.
In an odd sort of voice you say 'Yes Sir',
That look in your eye, you slide off your glove.
Your velvety voice, a gravelly purr,
I can count on you, when push comes to shove.
Cold and indifferent, scheming azure eyes,
The death of your parents, that devouring flame.
The truth is hidden in indirect lies,
The pride that then took you, and what you became.
A tight bond forged through suffering and pain,
And someone beside you, enduring the rain.
(A/N) so ... yea :3 pretty straight forward. and, by the way, its written with Iambic Pentameter (Shakespeare stuff XD) so it may sound a little awkward when being read. R&R please! hope you liked it!
