Disclaimer: None of the characters or the plotlines mentioned in this piece belong to me, unfortunately.
Summary: A poem of Spike Post-Buffy-death, I know, I know it has probably been done already.
A/N: This is my first fic in the Buffyverse so don't flame me too much and I pretty much literally wrote this in less than five minutes so I know it is not one of my best fics.
From his crypt with feline grace,
Walking with a quickening pace,
Look of pain upon his face,
White rose on her grave he place,
His grief has left him broken.
Lightening arcing 'cross the sky,
Slayer deathly cold doth lie,
Single shadow standing by,
One lone tear slipped from his eye,
So many words unspoken.
Away the sleeping town he fled,
Silent prayers for her he plead,
The light of dawn he stayed ahead,
For she, who made him lovelorn, dead
Though his unlife, it ne'er ends.
He now, in less than restful sleep,
Her image in his mind's eye keep,
A world of woe, spiralling deep,
For her loss, he resolved to weep,
She, beyond the stars, lay in the heavens.