(Buffy-Verse Series) Sonnets #26-27 of 154

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by BOKE

BUFFY-VERSE SERIES (25) SONNETS #26-27 of 154 (28-29)
	INSPIRED BY BUFFY'S BITCHING ABOUT SLAYERHOOD NOT MUCH [smile] CONCERNING: BtVS EPISODE #4 (1.4) "Teacher's Pet" ONE-HAIKU (EPISODE) RECAP: The one where Xander is seduced by his teacher ... who's really a bug.

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(Sonnets #26-27) DESTINY
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Posted by: forensicpoetry - Apr 03, 2002, 3:09 PM

(BUFFY-VERSE SERIES) SONNETS #026-027 of 154
DESTINY

rhetorical verse in Shakespearean sonnet form
(a 2-sonnet sequence)

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{BVS_026_01.01} HER FIRST REACTION TO her destiny

{BVS_026_01.02} was to rebuff that suitor with a smile

{BVS_026_01.03} of clear confusion. Her identity

{BVS_026_01.04} was "free"_{{"I'm destiny free"}} of that.|

That word was not her style.

{BVS_026_01.05} "Her style" was popularity and fun.

{BVS_026_01.06} But slaying vampires |

seemed no lightweight thing --

{BVS_026_01.07} as heavy as the habit of a nun.

{BVS_026_01.08} No crown of thorns for her -- Homecoming King!

{BVS_026_01.09} BUT AFTER SHE SAW |

that she had a gift

{BVS_026_01.10} -- when she had turned an evil thing |

to dust --

{BVS_026_01.11} she realized THIS THING |

she'd have to lift

{BVS_026_01.12} was truly sacred duty. |

Lift, she must, . . .

{BVS_026_01.13} . . . the burden of her treasure, |

and embrace

{BVS_026_01.14} the slayer in the mirror |

with her face.

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{BVS_027_02.01} {~~YES,~~}YET SHE COMPLAINS|

NOW STILL -- |

BUT oh, how blessed

{BVS_027_02.02} to have someone come grab your nose |

and POINT

{BVS_027_02.03} you to your highest calling. |

Could she'd guessed

{BVS_027_02.04} her special skill. Without help, self-anoint?

{BVS_027_02.05} How fortunate are those |

who find their road

{BVS_027_02.06} is paved by God or grace -- |

so clearly lit

{BVS_027_02.07} they can avoid the arbitrary mode

{BVS_027_02.08} of life-path choosing: |

Try, fail, curse and spit . . .

{BVS_027_02.09} . . . until you find a niche that you can stand.

{BVS_027_02.10} (I guess that's why I'm bothered that she's sad.

{BVS_027_02.11} Her purpose -- just as clear as her right hand.

{BVS_027_02.12} A high vocation. Lord! Dear girl, be glad!)

{BVS_027_02.13} I'll wrap this up |

by grabbing your nose, too . . . _{smile}

{BVS_027_02.14} . . . and point you toward |

that one best thing you do.

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