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A/N: This is a little poem. Takes place while Spike is dying in 'Chosen'. Buffy and Spike think back on their love: from Buffy's death to present. It switches points of view every two stanzas and does not talk about other evil besides The First. Reviews much appreciated, they feed the muses. I don't mind constructive criticism but I do mind flames. Honest opinions get cookies. As this is a one shot, there will not be a next chapter for review replies. If you desperately want you review replied say so and I will e-mail you a reply. So, I hope you like this poem!
The Lovers
I shatter you and die
But your love never fades
You see through all my lies
Peer through all masqueraders
Broken I return
Risen from the grave
With unrequited love
My renewed life you save
The demon I set free
When your love is denied
I go to seek my soul
My efforts are replied
Insanity sets on
But all I need is you
Now you start to believe
My love for you is true
Your mind quite soon does heal
Yet eǹmy power grows
In love we gain the strength
To fight off our foes
Defeat must be achieved
A sacrifice be made
Now is the time to run
My part must now be played
You still have hope
My hope is gone
But shed no tears
For love lives on