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.