Summary: Not exactly a B:tVS story or poem, but seeing as I wrote it after
watching four straight hours, and is loosely based upon it, I hereby
dedicate this poem to Spike, whom I have tied up in my bathtub, waiting for
me. Heh heh heh. By the way- staking the girl vamp- that's what I wanna do
to Drusilla and Harmony. Stupid bints.
Disclaimer: Hell, you people know the drill, but because none of he Buffy characters actually are in this- they all belong to me.
The Vampire Sonnet
The lass was bitten in late November
The curse of the blood, the fangs, the fear,
Tho' delayed in showing till deep December,
Of a Vampire's seeking year after year.
O'er snowpack and ice the vampire crawled,
To meet the young one she will be stealing,
Till at his doorstep the dead lady sprawled,
Calling his name with the utmost feeling.
So thru the winter at his side she stayed,
Siphoning blood with her every breath,
But when her new lover felt betrayed,
Blood alone could not stay the hand of death.
And so death for him history can't recall,
Vampire December, spring, summer, and fall.
Disclaimer: Hell, you people know the drill, but because none of he Buffy characters actually are in this- they all belong to me.
The Vampire Sonnet
The lass was bitten in late November
The curse of the blood, the fangs, the fear,
Tho' delayed in showing till deep December,
Of a Vampire's seeking year after year.
O'er snowpack and ice the vampire crawled,
To meet the young one she will be stealing,
Till at his doorstep the dead lady sprawled,
Calling his name with the utmost feeling.
So thru the winter at his side she stayed,
Siphoning blood with her every breath,
But when her new lover felt betrayed,
Blood alone could not stay the hand of death.
And so death for him history can't recall,
Vampire December, spring, summer, and fall.