Ciel's Decent
He was drifting,
Drifting through flat tides,
He was sat on a wooden boat,
Not his usual hides.
Without even looking he knew,
His butler was right behind him,
He said he knew what was happening,
And didn't care no-one was beside him.
The Queen's lapdog,
He was dieing,
What a beautiful way he would go,
And all the while he had no anger,
Nor sadness,
Nor fear,
Nor woe.
He went to the edge of the boat,
And looked down into the water,
His memories they resided there,
With blood,
With sadness,
With slaughter.
"This is your memory playback, young master",
The butler said to the boy,
"You said you knew what was happening,
If you want I can go a bit faster."
Ciel, he saw a small figure,
Wearing an orangey dress,
"I wonder what will happen to Lizzie,
She will be awfully upset".
And then the boy moved back to the middle,
And just as he did he saw,
The lights shined like fireflies, brightly,
And then he heard the crows caw.
The lights they still were passing,
How beautifully graceful they flew,
"Tonight you will die young master"the butler said,
"Do you not feel a hint of rue?"
The man and his master hit land,
Into the burnt building they stepped,
To see a black crow calling,
And to hear the dark laughter it kept.
The young master plopped down on a bench,
How exhausted and pale he appeared,
"It won't be very painful",
The butler said,
As faster and faster he neared.
"Wait" Ciel said "Make it painful,
Make it rip and tear at my soul,
Burn my body till its like charred wood,
And my heart as black as coal".
The demon butler stared in surprise,
But understood his masters' will,
Tonight he would eat like a king,
Tonight he would eat his fill.
By Victoria Hill-Chalmers 8S