It happened on a night like this,
In Sunnydale fair,
A night without a cloud above,
A kind of night quite rare.
I thought upon a night so crisp,
That it would be good to walk,
I felt that nothing was amiss,
So at the thought I did not balk.
And so 'twas then my feet took me,
Straight out of the door,
After about an hour or three,
Walking the streets became a bore.
So I went to the alleyways deep,
To try and find something to do,
Aside from the occasional hobo in sleep,
Activities seemed to be few.
But then before I could so much as twitch,
I was grabbed by a figure quite fierce,
I found that death can be a bitch,
From the fangs my neck did pierce.
But I did not die, not for long,
The next night I did rise,
I felt not weakened, but in fact quite strong,
Like a God, powerful and wise.
But before I could learn to gloat,
At my newfound life, and my newfound spark,
Past me a flash of blond did float,
Belonging to a young femme, whose bite was worse than her bark.
The next few moments are hard to tell,
But I will try and manage,
They certainly hurt like hell,
Though I should have had the advantage…
Though I was one with great power,
She beat me up and down,
I tried to give a fierce glower,
She answered with a frown.
Then she stabbed me with a pointed stick,
Straight through my beaten torso,
For a moment I felt quite sick,
I didn't live to see tomorrow.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,
Done in by a blond with a rather nice bust.