Buffy The Vampire Slayer

A corpse’s hand reaches out;

tries to touch before he turns to dust.

Love and the life he lived he remembers.

Now distant memories fading.

His eyes start to pale;

He does not scream, for his pleas can not be heard.

The reaper prepares by sitting in waiting.

There is, but one who does not wish death upon him.

She has seen his life, and wishes to have it restored to him.

It’s too late; his death is final.

She cries, tears like rainfall.

Now knowing the only way to deal is through pain.

Neither he or she should give up hope,

for he was a one of a kind sorta bloke.

She remembers, now words they have both spoken.

Taking it in she sighs, as the wetness eventually will leave her eyes;

and smiles now, to the above skies.

For he has not died,

he has merely spread his earned wings, and begins to fly;

and takes off into the sky, which once matched his very blue eyes.

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