Disclaimer – I don’t own Buffy, Angel or any of the other characters, “although I wish I did” but I don’t, they all belong to Joss Weldon. Don’t worry it’s PG-13.

Authors Note – It’s just a short demented version of The Raven, by Edgar Allan Poe, told by Angel I guess.

Special Thanx – Special thanks to Fire_Star6, she loves reading poetry but hates writing it, so probably most of the poems you read will be by me.

 

 

     The Ravens Death

                                                 By; DemonCat3

 

 

Upon a night quite unenchanting, as the rain fell downward slanting,

I awoke to the ranting of my lover on the floor.

Annoyed, angered, and abrasion,

Buffy was yelling at a Raven, perched above our chamber door.

‘She’s gone insane,’ I thought, as I crept across the floor.

Until I heard the bird responded, “Nevermore.”

 

Stealthily across the room I crept,

Pondering if this was a result of having not slept,

Making sure that nothing sounded as I moved, toward his roust above her door.

For her place was filled with weapons, junk, and stakes galore,

All part of the job, I’m sure.

 

Swearing to the heavens, threatening, cursing, and much more,

I watched in amusement, as Buffy began throwing stakes at the feathered bore.

But still unfazed the bird-brain kept up,

Angering my lover further as I crept up,

Baring my fangs I quickly leapt up,

Silencing his “Nevermore.”

 

A pile of feathers later,

 My lover looked wearily at the slaughter, then gave me a tiered smile.

“I tell you beloved,” the slayer stated. “Not saying I’m not elated,”

“But don’t you think you could have waited, until I shoed it out the door?”

As I survey the blood stained rug,

I quickly apologize and give my love a hug,

Promising to clean it up in the morn.

So having done my vampire calling,

Back to sleep we are both soon falling.

Having to deal with the appalling Raven,

Nevermore.