Spike.
Such a name I like.
Your bloody awful poetry.
Sounds like beautiful music to me.
You were turned into a vampire.
Could be dust if you were set on fire.
Lots of people you did kill.
But without your soul it was without your will.
You went through trials to get your soul.
Now you feel as if you're whole.
To save the world you gave your life.
All I did was use the scythe.
Your love for me will always be true.
I just wish you would've believed me when I told you.
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Author's Note
This is my 1st fic so please review, whether it is good or bad I'll still be happy that you did.
