Fair warning, character death up ahead…
Dedicated to 'anonymous' ;)
My first ever fanfic, please review responsibly. J
The poem has been donated by anonymous…love ya babe!
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A Gift…
In legend a woman once was given
A gift…to choose her last remark.
Once said, she would fly up to heaven,
Where she could safely disembark.
If I was given one thing to say…
I wouldn't say anything at all.
I'd lose myself inside your arms,
To cheat the fates and heavens' call.
I'd drown in you,
You'd feel the warmth of my caress.
I'd kiss your lips and hold you near,
And show you the eloquence I possess.
But, yet, I fear, my trick would lose,
I'd fail to carry out this coup.
I'd feel your need, then quickly choose,
To breathe the words…I Love You.
Willow held Tara closely, the tears rolling down her cheeks and gently mixing with the blood that was masking her loves' delicate features.
"Sshh, my love, don't speak…" Willow babbled almost incoherently, "Save your breath, help is coming soon. Don't give up…don't leave me, O Goddess, please don't leave me!"
The others stood back from the heartbreaking scene unfolding in front of them. All their time living on a hellmouth had prepared them for loss, perhaps through a demonic attack or perhaps an impending apocalypse but not a senseless accident. No one had even been aware of the car that had crept up behind the ebullient gang, weaving from lane to lane. They had been just walking home, elated over the triumph of the end of finals, bickering good-naturedly about whom should buy who drinks at the bronze when the tragedy struck.
"Tara, I love you, I'm sorry I never said it before but I couldn't…I didn't…please, please don't go…I promise to tell you 3000 times a day, I'll never light the jasmine incense that makes you sneeze, I'll do anything…please?" Willow could not stop talking, promising anything, stroking her hair away from her face.
"Wi..will?" Tara finally spoke, "I..I love y..you…"
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