When I was Dead
by Merlin Missy
missy@reimer.com

Intro: Joss Whedon/Mutant Enemy, etc.  Regarding the poem, eh.  It happened.

Buffy:
When I was dead, there was no light, no pain,
No bodies at my feet to turn to dust
No sirens out my window in refrain
Of someone else's broken, shattered trust,
No stakes, no graves, no hunting down the night,
No "let's go do some research," no more screams,
No sister to protect and show what's right,
No mother's face to haunt me in my dreams.
It all was still, and all I had was peace,
Until the spell was spoken in my name,
And here the light and noise will never cease,
And nothing that I was will be the same.
	I thought they loved me, thought they wished me well
	Instead they called me backwards into hell.

Spike:
When I was dead, I thirsted for the blood
Of every sodding fool who'd known my name.
I threw their pretty dresses in the mud,
Cut all their pretty hair, oh, such a shame.
There was revenge, and hunger, and much more:
A rutting in the dusk with equal fire,
I'd feast on slayers, fools, a prince, a whore,
And still I could not quench sanguine desire.
It all was hot, and sweet, and burned my lips,
Until this bloody chip, until this child,
And here she stands just past my fingertips
And now I thirst for something undefiled.
	When I was dead, my hunger was my drive,
	When she is near, I only feel alive.

11/8/01