you arrive as expected - legendary. a beautiful white horse: leaves behind brothers of salt and sisters of foam, unrecognized, meets the morning mist on a shore close to home; astride it: you - the lost king returned, almost divine, here to answer the calls of those who still sing your name faithfully to the heavens; at the beach: me – barefoot on the rocks, waiting, watching you approach me, confused – your journey through the mysteries: unimaginable… you halt. i aim. you breathe the bullet and fall.
I don't need a thousand hearts, I only need one, My lover's.
Inspired by Sebastian Michaelis' quote https://www.google.com/search?q=sebastian+michaelis+quote&client=firefox-b-1-d&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwjY6Lbc3fzgAhUGZd8KHT7rDWMQ_AUIDigB&biw=1010&bih=395#imgdii=CoXjpJQnnPTg8M:&imgrc=KAojj4KDb7znuM:
"This is what makes me different from humans... I do not lie." ~ Sebastian Michaelis ~
This is not my quote, I just thought it needed to be posted. This quote applies to me. I do not lie. You may think I do, but I tend to play with words to make you think different. To make you think the opposite.
Violets are blue, Roses are red, I'm about to slap you upside the head!
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... Sebastian gave Ciel a poem... (look for it in my profile) And this was Ciel's (my) Responce back.. (and yes I am also the maid Tabbitha.. I'm lonley..) I am going to make a longer version.. if you must know ... Ciel slapped him XD
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..
arrows find rest in pillows of flesh and pain casts a symphony of loss – the song sung sweetly, his word whispered gently in the bark of a tree. great things have been taken: i’ve given for thee three gifts of water, pious sacrament kisses between two damp palms.
devotion breaks soil and holds resolve and how it loves, and loves, and loves – pebbles mirror a blanket of stars, the impenetrable mass of fiery constants you chew, swallow, receive with haste. feet sink heavy in the holy mire breath lies hiding in the roots of a willow.