AboutWe were not born to live
Just putting on a front
And hiding a face
Like the dead
We can look back on the past
Because we passed there
We stopped and stepped forward again
My name, is Ciel Phantomhive, I am head of the house of Phantomhive.
Alas, I am merely a doll, a marionette if you will. Played by strings in a never ending dance- a ballet of fleeting passion and pain.
My movements, swift, unforgiving- none of which I regret.
A puppet, whos soul is lost within glass eyes and porcelin skin, a soul crying out for salvation as the only hope resides in a demon. He too, a puppet of my own design, a piece of artistry I move across a field of tattered souls and helpless human emotion and needs.
Yet, I am the doll, dancing, knowing my fate as I accept it solomly, for soon, what small light of a soul I have... like a butterfly.. through an evening sky.... I shall flutter to the last light- that fire, holding back and away until the very last moment, swallowed by the flame of the one I summoned from the depths of hell itself.
"Each movement I make, is three more you must take. For in the end of this painful ballet, we both must fall"