Not Quite Real

by Berserker Nightwitch

A poem from a Scoobie's POV about an impending apocalypse. Another one. Posible speelinggrammer mistakes in there, but this computer doesn't have spellcheck and I have no dictionary.

A/N: This idea just kind of came to me, and I had to write it.

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The blood-red moon
Is all the proof I need
That tonight
Could be the end.

I sit with my friends
As we plan
But I'm not really here.

I'm at the cemetery.

I see our graves...
A shifty,
Shady sight.
Not quite real.

I look at my friends.
Bright clothes
Brighter smiles
Also... not quite real.

The fighter
With her strength.
The lover
With her power.

The wise, old friend
Still a watcher.
The ally or traiter
Buddy or whipping boy to all.

Tonight we fight
Another apocalypse again.
But even that
Is not quite real.

Not anymore.

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A/N: Well? What did you think? Kudos for all who guess who's who in the poem, and extra kudos for getting the speaker right! Please review, and you might get a prize!