Disclaimer: I bow to the genius that is Joss and ME. I own nothing…but if they would like to give me custody of Spike for just one night I would be the happiest girl in the world
Authors Note: My first attempt at Buffy stuff and admittedly not really much of an attempt because well it's poetry and not fanfic. I was inspired by watching The Gift on FX for the first time. I'm just a late poster Hope you all enjoy, Feedback is like ice cream in August. Yummy!!!
My Peace (Buffy Poem)
I am filled with love
I realize this as I fall to my death
The seconds fly. I fly
To give my gift, not of death, but life
My blood, all of me for her
And while I feel the pull of pain
All I hear are my final words reflected back
And I am proud
Of my sister, my friends, my life
At last it ends, my gift received
They are safe
I have my peace
At the Grave Of His Beloved (Spike)
I weep dead tears from dead eyes at my lover's grave.
Oh, that she had been my lover,
But I loved her with all my nonexistent soul.
God help me I love her still
Though that was not enough to save her.
But Every night in my dreams,
I do save her.
And then I have my beloved, have everything.
But it never lasts, and I awake with nothing.
So I stand at her simple grave
And I shed tears for us, both dead
Yet I am cursed to walk this earth
While she lay beneath it
Authors Note: My first attempt at Buffy stuff and admittedly not really much of an attempt because well it's poetry and not fanfic. I was inspired by watching The Gift on FX for the first time. I'm just a late poster Hope you all enjoy, Feedback is like ice cream in August. Yummy!!!
My Peace (Buffy Poem)
I am filled with love
I realize this as I fall to my death
The seconds fly. I fly
To give my gift, not of death, but life
My blood, all of me for her
And while I feel the pull of pain
All I hear are my final words reflected back
And I am proud
Of my sister, my friends, my life
At last it ends, my gift received
They are safe
I have my peace
At the Grave Of His Beloved (Spike)
I weep dead tears from dead eyes at my lover's grave.
Oh, that she had been my lover,
But I loved her with all my nonexistent soul.
God help me I love her still
Though that was not enough to save her.
But Every night in my dreams,
I do save her.
And then I have my beloved, have everything.
But it never lasts, and I awake with nothing.
So I stand at her simple grave
And I shed tears for us, both dead
Yet I am cursed to walk this earth
While she lay beneath it