Disclaimer: This poem is based on my own feelings, but looking back at it I think that it encompasses what Buffy felt at the end of Season 7. I think that this is how alone and in pain Buffy felt when Spike died to save the world. And the "no other sons and daughters" bit is about how she still feels like she's the only Slayer and still carries that burden. Enjoy! –NewFace
Alone
Walking and trying to get past
The pain that has filled me to the last
Every time I try to forget this ocean of empty waters
Nothing to fill that space
No other sons and daughters
I am alone
And in a place of prominence
Sits the throne
The one I'm supposed to call upon
Only my voice has fallen
Under the rocks of life
Pain and anger cause me strife
My heart is opening
Splitting in half
Beaten down like a lost laugh
I don't remember how this became true
But in this single moment
I am alone without your face to see me through.
A/N: I really hope you enjoyed it! Please, please review and I might do a fan fiction about what happened after Sunnydale became "Craterville", or I can do an AU. It's up to you! Five reviews and I will be a willing slave to a keyboard. Ta-ta! –NewFace
