Poesia.
Poetry and the Buffyverse.



"My soul is wrapped in harsh repose,
Midnight descends in raven-colored clothes,
But soft... behold!
A sunlight beam
Butting a swath of glimmering gleam.
My heart expands,
'tis grown a bulge in it,
Inspired by your beauty...
Effulgent."


"Beyond the edge of prophecy
back from what lies after the lies
an echo of the girl
who surfaced from a pool in the underworld
stronger and no longer alone;
the final promise has not been kept."
from C.L. Kamnikar's Crumbling Fate




"I was mute when you met me, and you think you know why
Stolen voice, stolen heart, and I was lost in translation
My tongue was a bird in your cage
Its new-fledged wings fluttering flightless inside my mouth"
from Hth's Sotto Voce


"I ASK YOU: Ever have a lucid dream?
A dream you know's a dream -- where you control
whatever happens. Although this might seem
off topic, I refer to Whedon's goal...
...letting Buffy's storyline appear
to slip into a crazed trajectory.
ALTHOUGH some fans aren't bothered, some have fear
that Sunnydale was "just" insanity.
AND that would make them mad...'cause they believed.
Now, I don't know how things will all play out,
BUT Buffy choosing Sunnydale relieved
her from "her destiny" that held such clout.
Whatever happens now is in her hands.
No more a pris'ner to "the world's" demands."
from forensicpoetry's The Buffyverse Series of 154 Sonnets




"When vengeance breeds, the offspring kills the dam,
Consumes her like the flame consumes a pyre,
But long before that burn’s bereft of lamb,
The first that vengeance seeks out is its sire."
from Samus' "The First", of The Troika Sonnets


"She will be waiting
in the shady places
dead, and dead
and deader still."
from Briar's Darla Waiting




"A kingdom for a stage, Slayers to act
And vampires to behold the swelling scene!
Then should the warlike Buffy, like herself,
Assume the port of Athene; and at her heels,
Leash'd in like Scoobies, should Hand, Heart and Mind
Crouch for employment. But pardon, and gentles all,
The flat unraised spirits that have dared
On this unworthy scaffold to bring forth
So great an object: can this cockpit hold
The vasty fields of Hell? or may we cram
Within this wooden O the very casques
That did affright the air at Hellish mouth?"
from Crystal's
The Tragedic Comical Historie of Buffy the Slayer of the Vampyres


"I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
Who each one in a gracious hand appears
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:
And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,
The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,
Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
A shadow across me."
from Elizabeth Barret Browning's
"I thought once how Theocritus had sung..."
which opens her Sonnets from the Portugese
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