↪ William’s last day on Earth & Spike’s last day on Earth
My soul is wrapped in harsh repose
Midnight descends in raven colored clothes
But soft, behold! A sunlight beam
Cutting a swath of glimmering gleam
My heart expands, ‘tis grown a bulge in ‘t,
Inspired by your beauty effulgent.
Can we all just talk about how Angel says they should live the day like it’s their last and Spike, expecting that he’s going to die, goes out and gets drunk and reads the same poem he wrote the day that his human self died.