Velvet Chains: The Ballad of Phantomhive and Devereux
Upon the hearth where shadows cling,
A boy became the Watchdog King.
With sharpen'd cane and eye of frost,
He guards the Crown, no matter cost.
Beside him stands a radiant flame,
A lord of foreign blood and name;
Whose honey'd tongue and tender art,
Could stir the stone in Ciel's cold heart.
Through circus tents and alleys dim,
Where laughter dies and hopes grow grim,
They walk as one, both steel and song,
To right the twisted, punish wrong.
The Queen commands, the butler smiles,
They tread through blood, through endless trials.
Yet love, though rare, has found its place,
In firelit rooms, in soft embrace.
So whisper low, for all of time:
The Devereux and Phantomhive entwine.
In London's smoke, through grief and strife,
Two names, two hearts - one shadowed life.
