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