Author's Note: This is just something I found lying around in one of my journals. I probably wrote this about a year or so ago in the middle of the night to experiment prose and write something different. It is written in haiku format, I believe, but instead of 5-7-5 it is 7-10-5.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji. This is merely a contribution for Alois Trancy. Enjoy.
Spider Threads
Created By: x-LittleMissAlice-x
xXx
"You left me broken, ensnared and beaten beyond repair."
xXx
I.
Red flowers wither to dust.
Lost wishes ensnare in a spider's web
And are devoured.
II.
A single flower remains,
Broken in the shadows of the forest,
Lost and forgotten.
III.
Silk threads reunite weak leaves,
And soft fragile petals come together
In hopes of strength.
IV.
Physically, it is whole,
But the flower is still very much broken.
The spider will wait.
V.
Cultivating the flower,
The spider will await the sweet nectar
It promises to produce.
VI.
The flower's long stem straightens,
Its weak leaves thicken and color in health.
Anticipation.
VII.
The flower is no longer
Another small, simple decoration.
It has a purpose.
VIII.
He wishes to devour him.
Gloved fingertips caress petal-soft lips,
The flower shudders.
IX.
Teeth pierce tender flesh;
A nick from a spider's venomous kiss.
"I desire you."
X.
"What is it that you desire?"
"I want him to suffer… Ciel Phantomhive."
"Of course, my Highness.
XI.
He wishes to devour him.
He wants to consume his lovely rage and
Relish his misery.
XII.
He wishes to eat, eat, eat.
But he must be patient, must be gentle.
Flowers are fragile.
XIII.
The spider catches his prey,
An innocent blue butterfly constrained.
The flower is pleased.
XIV.
The spider is rewarded
A little taste of the flowers nectar.
The spider is pleased.
XV.
A sleek black crow swoops,
Threatens to retrieve the blue butterfly
In the dead of night.
XVI.
The butterfly is now free,
The spider is about to give chase
But he is stopped.
XVII.
The spider falters and halts
As the lovely flower's strong leaves quiver,
And threaten to break.
XIV.
"It's dark, Claude. Don't leave me. Please."
A small, fearful murmur in the night wind.
...His flower is weak.
XV.
Where did the spider go wrong?
The flower has grown too soft, too fragile.
It is too reliant.
XVI.
His meal is falling apart.
Silk threads struggle to keep it together.
Still, it starts to die.
XVII.
"What is it that you desire?"
"I desire you! Nothing else, only you."
The flower has failed.
XVIII.
The spider must do something.
The small flower has grown too reliant.
This trust must be stopped.
XIX.
The decision has been made.
The spider leaves, but its silk threads remain.
In hopes of return.
XX.
The result is expected.
The flower is angry and not naïve.
It lashes at him.
XXI.
"You left me without warning.
Why?! I knew I couldn't trust you. You are
A demon, after all."
"I disobeyed your wishes.
Punish me for defying you, my Highness."
"No. I… I will not."
"Why, My Highness? Why?"
"I just won't, okay? Just… Just shut up, Claude."
Still, the boy is weak.
XXII.
The blue butterfly taunts him,
Fluttering with the crow in the distance.
The spider wants it.
XI.
He wants to devour him.
He wants to consume his lovely rage and
Relish his misery.
XXIII.
The flower is no longer
Of use. He must destroy his strings to make
A much stronger web.
XXIV.
He gives the flower a chance.
He asks the same question he had so many
Instances before.
XVII.
"What is it that you desire?"
"I desire you! Nothing else, only you."
The flower has failed.
XXV.
The butterfly is waiting,
The spider is lean and starving. He must
Finish this quickly.
XXVI.
Pure white petals taint in red,
Crimson ruining their once sought beauty.
The flower limps.
XXVII.
In his last final moments,
The flower cries desperately after,
"You are My Highness!"
XXVIII.
Those are the flower's final words
As its strong stem falls and withers to ash.
A new meal awaits…
I.
Red flowers wither to dust.
Lost wishes ensnare in a spider's web
And are devoured.
II.
A single flower remains,
Broken in the shadows of the forest,
Lost and forgotten.
XXIX.
White petals painted crimson,
It lays, another victim of his cruel
Treachery.
XXX.
The flower is left behind.
Still, the words uttered continue to haunt him:
"You are my Highness."
This piece was quite a challenge, but rewarding nevertheless. I apologize if some of the lines do not have the correct amount of syllables. There were a few words I was uncertain of the count.
Goal: 700 words or less. Continuously write in 7-10-5 Haiku format.
Status: Complete.
Think of this as you will. If you enjoyed this, please leave a review. I also encourage anyone seeking a challenge to write one of these as well.
That is all then. Have a lovely evening.
xLMAx
