poem drabble
A tiny little stream-of-consciousness-type fic about Spike and Angel.
Rated G
Title: Once there was
Once there was a man called Secret dreams of light. His father was called Secret dreams of darkness. They could never agree.
The father taunted the son and pushed him away (in the name of light). The son strung the father up, and beat him. A sacrifice to darkness.
The father said he didn’t feel guilty. ("Not about Spike!”) And the son professed no regret. (“I didn’t have a soul back then, did I?”)
And the son moved in to the light and still they didn’t agree.
“Kill them all,” the father said. Kill the darkness he meant, for he was a warrior of light. (But his name was Secret dreams of darkness).
“Let’s go to work,” the father said, lifting his sword. The son didn’t say anything. His name was Secret dreams of light.
Rated G
Title: Once there was
Once there was a man called Secret dreams of light. His father was called Secret dreams of darkness. They could never agree.
The father taunted the son and pushed him away (in the name of light). The son strung the father up, and beat him. A sacrifice to darkness.
The father said he didn’t feel guilty. ("Not about Spike!”) And the son professed no regret. (“I didn’t have a soul back then, did I?”)
And the son moved in to the light and still they didn’t agree.
“Kill them all,” the father said. Kill the darkness he meant, for he was a warrior of light. (But his name was Secret dreams of darkness).
“Let’s go to work,” the father said, lifting his sword. The son didn’t say anything. His name was Secret dreams of light.