Endless Night

This goes for all poetry posted here: though written utilizing my not-considerable literary prowess, Spike nor any other characters or settings belong to me. Everything, but the expression of my soul through a medium (that I do not own), belongs to Joss Whedon and constituents. Hope you like 'em.


I am the black,

The passing of time,

I speak the runes of death

That have no rhyme.

I weep not for the

Passing of tears,

Innocence is lost

Among the years.

I come to you

Without a single breath,

Forever cold because

I speak the runes of death.

Life passes before my eyes

Without a single sigh,

These are not the words I read,

Your time draweth nigh.

I take that which

Was given free,

For these are the

Runes that I read.

Flee, all of you helpless

Children of the Light,

But never has anyone

Escaped my endless night.


Please let me know what you think! Am I just wasting my time here?