The Birth of a Demon
'Twas in the mid-most summer's night
The darkest moment ere the dawn
In stygian realms of dark delight
One beautiful to look upon
Her grace and kindness shone.
Though love was rare in that darkness
The lady with eyes a-gleaming
Took he whom she yearned to caress
To worlds from lonely dreaming.
As waves of lust and pure desire
Crashed o'er them their bodies one
In heat of night from spark to fire
The creation of a son.
A tiny newborn demon child
Who one day with grow to strive
To walk and talk in manner mild
Butler to Ciel Phantomhive