A Silly Buffy Poem for the Midnight Hour
October 18 2001
Buffy awakes with a feeling of
But her world is peaceful, white.
There are no vamps to
No Demons to filet.
Bad people are banished, gone.
murmurs with forgotten song.
She may be alone, an army of one,
knows now her battle is done.
Time to meditate and quietly sit,
is Heaven, Iím finally out of it.
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