I write stories about human suffering, love, the living and the dead,
about Ciel and Sebastian and things they do in bed
I make no apologies because my words are beautiful And free
and love between men does not hold modesty
but there is life outside these virtual walls
I know this ace is not the end-all and be-all
this is not where my stories will live and die
this is not where my Ciel and Sebastian will live under a critical eye
There is an archive in which my stories will dwell
And jealous, frustrated , homophobic writers can go to hell
When one door closes, another shall open
This is not the end, Black Rose Eden has spoken.
