Updated Author's Note: Just to let everyone know, I came through surgery great, and my neck is healed and my arm pain is gone! I'm very relieved, and feeling so much better. :)
[Author's Note: So, this is just a little interlude between chapters, actually. It is a poem I wrote back in May that I feel reflects the spaces underlying this story, and thus something I wanted to include at this point. I am actually going through a bit of a crisis right now, and broken myself, as well, as for the past few months I have been in constant, intense pain from a cervical disc that has herniated and is pushing against my spinal cord nerve column. I am counting down the days until surgery on Feb. 4, but until then, the pain has been interfering with my ability to write (as well as to work, and just to be able to do anything much, actually). But just as a precaution in case anything happens to me in surgery (or for that matter, anything at all), I have obtained a promise from my good friend and excellent writer, Finnian4ever, that she will continue my story, and have given her all my notes for just such an exigency, in the event that anything at all ever happens to me. So fear not! You will find out, dear readers, what happens if/when Ciel does find his parents' murderers, and exacts his revenge, and the time comes for Sebastian to take his soul. (This poem is actually an alternate lyrics version to the song, "Kagayaku Sorano Shijimimaniwa" by Kalafina, and is featured in the second season of the Black Butler anime, and can be sung in cadence to the song, as well, if you like. J ]
Broken
The once unmarred and radiant soul of a child,
Now broken and rent; cloven, torn,
Still strives to grasp and cling to the dangling thread,
So desperately lost and forlorn.
That tendril of hope shines so bright,
Tantalizingly tempting, and beckoning,
So near, and yet so remote the light,
Ever just beyond reach and reckoning.
But always creeping, slowly, the burden weighs down,
And the hand that reaches futilely
Is stilled and ceases, flooded by sorrow, to drown,
The heart is closed and shut firmly.
(Interlude)
Still there is within,
glowing in the night,
an eternal truth
shining forth, burning bright
That can never be
destroyed totally,
broken completely;
a thing of truth and beauty,
To rise above the
furthest
depths of misery,
Emerging always
through the darkest night
to brilliantly shine.
But even with that salve of most sublime beauty,
The scars can never be wholly healed,
Nor can they fade, nor cease to stain every instance
of joy with echoing sadness
So bid farewell to hopes and dreams,
To a life of cares and woes that is free
And learn to live in darkness supreme,
And face death and fully embrace destiny
And yet, through all, the spark will continue to burn,
An ember glowing that cannot be
Fully extinguished, taunting and teasing, but ne-
-ver to be finally reached
'Till the final call.
