Rating: PG
Content: It's not G just because it's not happy-go-lucky. There's a
lot of angst.
Special Thanks: To StGermain who is the best editor out there. The
help that she gave me with this poem cannot be underestimated.
Summary: This poem is written through Whistler's perspective about the
recent events surrounding Buffy and Angel.
Disclaimer: The character's used are not mine. They belong to the evil
mastermind Joss and the WB.
One thing left to lose.
Now all is lost.
She didn't hear me when she left, and I doubt she would have
understood - if she'd want to understand.
Why does it have to be this way?
This was never their fault, the guilt is mine.
I should've known, should have seen it coming.
But I didn't, no one did.
An unthinkable proposition --
A vampire and a slayer? That would never happen.
But it did.
And I should have known.
If she had heard me would it have prepared her for the task that lie ahead?
No. It was destined to be this way.
They were damned the moment they met.
And I led him to her.
So how did it come to this place
Where she had to destroy her own soul?
Could any steps have been taken to turn back fate?
No. Her path has always been predetermined.
When all was lost, she still kept their love safe in her heart.
Angelus could not taint the memory of Angel.
Immortal beloved.
A shrine in her heart, loving and loved.
From a distance I watched as everything was lost.
Her life, her family, her innocence, and finally her friends.
The love in her soul kept her strong.
And in consigning her love to hell, she's lost herself.
In the end, you're all you've got.
But what if she's lost that, too?
THE END