Crimson eyes, devouring your lies

Only the finest dish, the rest are nothing but flies

Even in the absence of light

You will never escape his sight

He wants nothing more than to silence your cries

Summoned by a boy, no more than ten

His tortured cries, from hell I was sent

A contract was made, his soul is mine

A soul of this caliber, the flavor will be truly divine

On revenge this boy is hell-bent.

As a butler, this child I now serve

This young Earl, he truly has some nerve

My butler aesthetic is my current calling

With every order, he continues evolving

Ciels' decadent soul I will truly deserve.

For you, I shall not utter

As you can see I am one hell of a butler.