Disclaimer: All the characters and the original plot do not belong to me, but to Joss Wheedon and his crew for Buffy the Vampire Slayer.
Author's Note: Like I said in the summary, a poem describing the Buffy/Angel relationship through a metaphor. Please read and review. Thank you.
Rating: K
~The Fire~
It all began in an ally, where a Spark was born.
The Spark soon matured into a small Flame.
Eating up kindling quickly, and then begging for more, the Flame grew.
The more nurturing care the Flame received, the faster it transformed into Fire.
Soon, the small amounts of kindling did not fulfill the Flame's appetite.
It pleaded for something more, something bigger to fill its' increasing desire for food.
To satisfy the Flame's hunger, it was given logs to burn.
Once a tiny Spark,-now a roaring Fire;
Dancing, casting unseen shadows in the distance.
At one meal, the Fire was over-fed and its' heat rose.
The Fire consumed and exploded, slowly creeping to surrounding homes.
Fire jumped from one home to the next, igniting each as it went.
Once a tiny, harmless Spark,-now a merciless Fire.
The Fire that used to dance now burns causing pain beyond the telling of it.
Fire crackled with glee as water and sand were vainly thrown toward it.
Nothing could stop it!
Windows shattered from the immense heat.
Beams cracked under the Fire's power.
All for the Fire's fun and enjoyment.
Despite the homes' injuries, they stood strong, save two.
Two homes broke and fell underneath the Fire's power, leaving only rubble and ashes as signs of their life.
The Fire's only weakness was a gapping whole-a lock, in the middle of the Flames.
Pure goodness was all that would fit the lock-to lock the demon away.
A wisp of white cloud was the key.
Captured in a clear ball, then restored-the demon was dead.
Homes stopped burning, windows stopped breaking, and beams stopped cracking.
Yet a small, harmless Fire remained in one of the homes, dancing, casting shadows of painful memories in the distance.