His hair as black as raven feathers,
Eyes glowing like cinders,
He is Sebastian michaelis
And he is a butler who could to take you to hell.
Never a word out of place,
Never a speck of dust in his young master's mansion,
When he fights everyone stops because he is as graceful as an angel.....
Who belongs to Hell.
He craves his master's pure soul.
He has no use for unclean souls for he has tired of them.
So while he waits he ponders what could his master soul taste like?
But when the time came he was cheated and is now bound forever to his young master for there is no human soul to devour but his orders and the contract remain.
So he can no longer ponder his master's soul for it is no more a human one.
Before he served his master with a smile but now a shadow falls upon his face.
For he is one hell of a butler, but he has been shackled
But his appetite remains unfed for eternity.
YOU ARE READING
A Demon Bound.
PoetryA little poem I thought of while watching the last episode of black butler season two and thought I would upload it. Read and see.
