Red Death
This is just a poem inspired by 'Fool for Love'. It starts on the night that Dru turned William, and goes up until she dumps him for the Chaos demon, claiming that he is changed by his obsession with the Slayer, Buffy.
* * * *
No one is here,
alone, in the dark.
Your eyes, blue
fire.
Your hands; trembling.
I see the pain;
as fresh as
blood.
You were hurt,
tender devotion torn and
ripped to shreds this
night, the illusion
shattered;
another steps out of
the darkness,
she can see you; hidden
potential, what you could
become...
She speaks to you.
Closer...closer...hands,
touching, under your coat.
Backing up, still touching,
you listen as her lips
whisper your most
dire wishes...acceptance...
love.
She knows what you want, you
say, "Yes," and she
growls, a kitten turned
tiger, as she both begins
and ends,
everything.
You wake, wondering,
wanting to drink.
They come, they three,
and you join them; leaving
the hurt behind.
You smell the fear, the pain,
and smile.
The years pass, exciting,
as quick as the bite
of death.
I need you.
She knows you, your
red death; but you've
changed, and she's
gone.