Blake (mrlogic) wrote,
Blake
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For brave girls who fight demons... ^_^

Past midnight through Sunnydale alleys I roam
Betrayed by my friends and cast out of my home
They tell me I'm lucky, and seem unaware
My strength gives me heavier burdens to bear
My power and purpose have made me a slave
And griefs pile upon me like dirt on a grave

My first day at Sunnydale high school I learned
There was no escaping the calling I spurned
But thrills of my duty are tinged with remorse
For Slaying engendered my parents' divorce
The Master is trying to rise from his cave
While griefs pile upon me like dirt on a grave

Angelus's freedom made everything worse
For it was my love that released Angel's curse
Too little and late came Ms. Calender's spell
For my duty's sake I sent Angel to hell
My best of intentions his pathway did pave
And griefs pile upon me like dirt on a grave

When I returned home to reclaim my own fate
My mother, my Angel, and Faith did await
I fought my dark mirror, watched Angel depart
And tried not to take Mom's mistrust much to heart
I constantly search for the closeness I crave
While griefs pile upon me like dirt on a grave

In college uncertain and losing my voice
Switched out of my body without any choice
Distrusting my allies, estranging my friends
Then fighting a spirit when we make amends
She visits our nightmare to rant and to rave
And griefs pile upon me like dirt on a grave

My boyfriend resents me, my mother falls ill
Finn's gone when I find Mom so cold and so still
A god of insanity seeks out her key
But I won't let anyone take Dawn from me
To rescue my sister, my own life I gave
I willingly fell to the peace of my grave

But death is no answer, the wicked don't rest
I crawl back to life at my friends' dark behest
The ones that I love cause me such pain and grief
I turn to a monster to find my relief

Through forests of tombstones I hunt every night
Desp'rately seeking a vampire to fight
I stand in the darkness and try to be brave
While griefs pile upon me like dirt on a grave

Tonight, as before, I must stand on my own
The army I'm leading has left me alone
I'm only one Slayer, yet still I must find
Some way to keep others from falling behind
Apocalypse nears and once more I must save
The world and my friends from a cold, lonely grave

I constantly battle each new Hellmouth wave
And griefs pile on higher like dirt on a grave.


Hm, perhaps mrlogic will write me some music to make this poem cooler than it is, right now... >.< ...
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