(Spike's contemplations after turning Cordelia...)
by Buffenator
A dark childe of the night
My childe, my red beauty
My lovely, my creation
My salvation and my damnation
But terror seeps in through wonder
A deep dread fills my gut
Nightmares creep in to take the
Place of death's slumber
A message for me sent
Through the mists of memories
A Dreadful Gate I must pass
A litmus of will and strength
My new creation already beyond control
My insane lover in a deluge of visions
Dreams torment my sleep
As I turn to face the Dreadful Gate
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