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[sid] => 71797
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => William the Bloody
[time] => 2004-11-16 15:59:43
[hometext] => (Since i wrote one about Angel it's only fair that i write one for Spike :) Spike's better)
[bodytext] => He knows how to kill Angelus was his grandsire The reality is, he could cut you up and you'd be so enchanted by his deep ocean eyes... that the pain wouldn't set in until you saw the blood So red and vast, lacing his lips and dripping soft little droplets He'd smile 'cause he's that damn cocky His fangs bright and impossibly long Then he'd bend low enough to reach your ear... and he'd whisper something so evil..so cold His bleached hair would glisten as he'd throw his head back and laugh You'd feel the pull as he bites into you and it'd hurt so bad For his expression would be so malicious But things like that changed. Because he loved her and nothing could prepare him for that So he fought to the point of collapse It was strange to him...his own blood being shed and the holder of his soul beating him mercilessly And it was so painful But he won.....Spike won his soul And he knelt in remorse for all of his sins but he knew that wouldn't help And yet he sacrificed his life in the end so that millions of others could live... but also for her He was a champion Is still. "I love you Spike." "No you don't but thanks for sayin it." [comments] => 1 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Inevitable [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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