Dear scared little girl,
Whose sitting on her bed...
I beg of you now,
To stay strong...
Things get bad,
As I understand,
I know the pain all too well...
The images I know,
Are those of destruction,
For I can see,
The evil surrounds me...
It penetrates me,
Like a hot knife thru butter...
I want to help,
But I don't how...
I don't know why...

I am just as sad;
My thoughts ripped apart,
And spread across my mind,
Like animal entrails...
The thing you fear most,
Is probably,
Something we all have faced...
But I tell you this,
From my heart...
We...
I...
Love you Buffy very very much...

And whenever the darkness comes,
To haunt you...
The rest of us will help,
In anyway we can...
And we'll make sure...
That this darkness dies...

*HUGS*