Sunnydale

Sunnydale

A Poem by The Slayer

Sunnydale they call it
more like sunny hell
the hellmouth is under us
waiting to devour us
to end the world 
and drag us all to hell
monsters, demons, vampires
she has to save us all
she is the slayer
not much else
the one and only
but wait....
there is another
she only died for a minutes
but another was activated
two slayers now
both very deadly 
and both very nimble
both chosen to save the world
from the vampires and the demons

© 2013 The Slayer


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I liked the first two lines especially, it really established the mood quickly and effectively

Posted 11 Years Ago


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Added on September 4, 2013
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The Slayer
The Slayer

Worthington, OH



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