Black Butler Poems

Sebastian

I call unto my pawn

His name, his face a lie

I call unto this demon

Who hears my every cry

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I call his name

My butler, dressed in black

Who's to aid me in my revenge

For what I cannot get back

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I call out for my butler

With his too sweet smile

Doing my bidding but plotting

My demise all the while

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I call out for my servant

With his eyes of red

That glimmer and shine

At the mere thought of me, soul ready, dead

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I cry out

I have finally reached my goal

There is no surprise

As the pawn leans in to take my soul

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Sebastian