Gunn started the fight dying but took a legion down before he dropped
Blue disappeared underneath a pile of demons a few floors high never to emerge
Angel rode that dragon straight into the dimensional rift
Sealed off the Partners for good with a battle cry as he burned to ash
And now here Spike stood
In a flowing pure white room
Facing the purely celestial and divine Powers
Covered in every colored ichor known to man
They are shocked when he declines Sanshu
Tells them it was Angel's bag, not his
They tell him to name his want
This time he zigs when last time he zagged
He grabs him by the neck and the crack that issues forth is like a chorus of angels to his ears
He grabs Dawn, he asks her to trust him and at her nod he slips his fangs in
He drinks and drinks and stops before her heart slows
He kisses her head and tells her that he loves his Summers women and never to forget it
He walks backward to the edge just to look upon her once more
She checks Dawn and looks up to lock eyes with him
He wishes he could tell her about the thousand times he tried to save her
and this one time he actually succeed
He wishes he could tell her it's because she's the one to him
He wishes that he could say all the words left unsaid by his poets heart
But this isn't about him
So he settles for giving a smile and a nod
The wind rushes at his back, the light consumes him
and so does his smile.