Poems

[Carol.Clarke@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx]

Here are three poems inspired by Buffy. 

This one I wrote about Faith and Buffy (Well in my world anyway)

Tear My World A Part

I was the last to know
last to let go
The horse was faster then I ever dreamed I could ride
strong between my legs
her muscles bugle and flex in her cantor.
I never wanted to let go of the rain
I never meant to break her
It was her wildness that attracted me.
The untamed sprit.
The un tapped mind
She grew wet with sweet but I hung on 
wrapped in her great mane of hair wishing I had a saddle.
I saw no countryside 
it was only she and I and the power of the ride.
Nothing else mattered.
then the glass would be empty
and she would go
leaving me alone
tearing my world apart.

Why did I ever try to tame her? 

This one is from Buffy's POV

I, the worst of all

I, the worst of all
Selfish 
Self- centered
In need
In need of love 
unable to gain it
due to the un wavering need
burning fire
consumed desire.
I, the worst of all
fall to you feet
drenched with tears
beg
plead
for your affection
to drowned in your love
I need your touch
if only to breathe again
I, the worst of all sins.
Have fallen in love. 


Nearing the end.

Blood covered hands swing at the invisible enemy.
Fighting, It seems she is always fighting.
She doesn't even register the movement anymore, 
Its just a continues flow,
Drown out by the noise of urban living.

Not that it matters to the people of the city she protects. 
Her war is fought in the shadows, where they never have to she her.
In the corners, just left of center.
How does that song go?

Plung and move on,
Just dust in the wind,
And she disappears into the night,
Into the darkest that spawned her.

I could love her,
I do love her,
But it's not enough, 
Never enough,
No where near enough to make the pain go away,

I would give everything I ever had to see her smile again,
But it would not even begin to fill the abyss where her heart once was.

Cruel men ripped it from her chest still beating,
With their cruel words and crueler innuendoes, 
Not demons but men did this,
Mankind, 
As if that were the sum total of the earth's greatest resource, 
Mankind
With there cruel thoughtless, hurting harmful, blood thirty words.

How could she not be crushed, 

And yet she stands infront of me, tears still in her eyes 
As the dust from another demon vanquished swirls at her feet,
And straightens her clothes before setting on another hunt,
Another battle, for them, for mankind
Hoping that the next battle will be the end. 

Not of the war but of her life.
She really is nearing the end.

"I wear the cheese it does not wear me." Bald Man, Buffy the Vampire Slayer.