The butler knows of sorrow untold He feels so cold, only the warm glow of evening finds him solace from what he knows. points turning opportunities infinite he thought of not would render whole dreams forever irredeemable. His heart was breaking.
All was over. No point dwelling on. Look further beyond. lest human warmth he needs, banter be the key to what he seeks
Fire is red, ashes are black, go to hell, and never come back!
This is a funny poem I came up with when I was roleplaying as a certain butler.. *ehem* Black butler fans.. (Sebastian Michaelis) I also roleplay as Ciel... I Made a poem in response for this... To begin Sebastian gave a poem to a maid.... I forgot it, but it was beautiful (Sorry).. The young lord asked him for a poem sarcasticly... This is the poem Sebastian gave him..
the bottle twists glass falls in drifts and air parts like flesh
there’s a terror beneath this city trucks enter from out of town and shake the power lines passing without pause
sometimes birds gather for days chirps grow exponentially before tailing into silence; heather and brimstone little bodies roll to the edges and burst on the streets in red regalia
a somnolence keeps the city forgetful time flows in fits a streetlamp; a raven; ten gravestones it all runs without moving
vessels dilate hands hold themselves
there’s nothing to breathe with an empty chalice, turned on the hour grants heaving clenching writhing an ocean of rust bulb shatters, blood spills out her mouth cave head turn faith the world remakes itself ******* the colour of sunflowers bicycle chains thirst colonialism wet paint
emptiness over emptiness act without agent lack lack lack lack lack lack lack lack lack lack lack peel the flesh and find flesh always more flesh don’t stop they know better chirp chirp chirp turn exit substance purpose nothing