That Place Called Sunnydale

by sketz

A poem about Buffy's thoughts after "Chosen"

That Place Called Sunnydale
Never again shall I see his face,
Since I watched him die in that place,
Called Sunnydale.
Once he wanted to kill me,
Then got a chip in his head you see,
In that place called Sunnydale.
He helped me feel.
After my whole resurrection deal,
In that place called Sunnydale.
I said that I hated/loved him over and over,
But only a likeness in my heart it did glimmer,
In that place called Sunnydale.
I made him pissed,
After those many times we had kissed
In that place called Sunnydale
Revenge he sought,
But it ended up a soul for which he fought,
Far away from that Place called Sunnydale.
One day he returned,
For within him a soul burned,
In that place called Sunnydale.
We have since Glory thrived,
Fought side by side,
In that place called Sunnydale.

I now know what it was like,
For the vamp named Spike,
To watch me die,
Then start to cry,
In that hole in the ground that used to be called home...
And Sunnydale.