For the Phantomhive Raven and his role play.


My words caress your rosy ear as I bend close to make you hear,

"A secret, between you and me: I'll keep it under lock and key."

So proud an earl, so haughty, vain, I wonder, can you do the same?

Or will you brag of your conquests, who sleeps with you, upon your breast,

What secrets in your garden rest (The Underworld one miscreant less.)

Deceptive words said innocently, "And now, my lord, your cake and tea."

A small sly smirk, a cheeky wink:

'So loyal' he so wrongly thinks.