A Silly Buffy Poem for the Midnight Hour
Brian - October 18 2001

Buffy awakes with a feeling of fright,
But her world is peaceful, white.
There are no vamps to slay;
No Demons to filet.
Bad people are banished, gone.
Her heart murmurs with forgotten song.
She may be alone, an army of one,
But she knows now her battle is done.
Time to meditate and quietly sit,
Why this is Heaven, Iím finally out of it.

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