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The Slayer's Sixth Season (an ode)

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  • The Slayer's Sixth Season (an ode)

    Eve as Atlas:
    Whedon’s genius
    Shows us strength where most
    Find none.

    When Buffy fell,
    I cried with them
    And when she rose,
    So I rejoiced.
    I identify myself with a character
    Back from the dead.

    In the calm room
    Of cozy couches and gentle tones,
    She asked me:
    How are you back from the dead?
    And it stopped. Me on the tracks
    Of my train of thought
    Between stations
    Of concern and consternation.

    The romance! The romance-
    She asked me what I see
    In the illicit love affair.
    Such passion, such devotion
    Such commotion, such disdain
    Hiding within the crypt
    Alone inside his desperate armlock
    Seeking refuge on his lips.
    So physical,
    When anything more
    Drives me crazy
    In a bad way-
    Not the good way
    That they do.

    And when I said I am afraid
    This story is finite
    And I devour it hungrily.
    Who will I be when it ends?

    Whoever I become,
    I am not alone-
    She led me to
    A revelation!
    Others out there
    Others care
    And we will be a community
    Back from the dead.
    Last edited by laurangel; 09-12-10, 10:54 AM. Reason: typo