rhetorical verse in Shakespearean sonnet form
(a 4-sonnet sequence)}

{TTS/061602_01.01} THERE IS A GIRL IN ENGLAND I don't know.

{TTS/061602_01.02} Not really . . . though we've spoken through the wires

{TTS/061602_01.03} that runs beneath the ocean . . . Call her "Jo."

{TTS/061602_01.04} And Jo and I watch Buffy slay vampires.

 
{TTS/061602_01.05} That is our kinship reaching 'cross the sea.

{TTS/061602_01.06} BUT THOUGH SHE'S FAR AWAY. . . I hear her pain.

{TTS/061602_01.07} The anguish for our story's casualty.

{TTS/061602_01.08} "It's only TV!" Some say it's insane . . .

 
{TTS/061602_01.09} . . . to care some Buffy character has died.

{TTS/061602_01.10} In stories (as in life) some folks must pass

{TTS/061602_01.11} beyond this worldly form . . . BUT "NO!," Jo cried.

{TTS/061602_01.12} "NOT TARA! No! . . . She is a special class . . .

 
{TTS/061602_01.13} . . . of hero to the girls who feel like me.

{TTS/061602_01.14} I need to see my Tara on TV."

{TTS/061602_02.01} "Sometimes I've felt alone . . . but quenched that thirst

{TTS/061602_02.02} by sharing her identity on screen.

{TTS/061602_02.03} Her wisdom . . . and her power -- soft at first.

{TTS/061602_02.04} Her strength disguised behind a gentle mien."

 
{TTS/061602_02.05} "THEN RIGHT BEFORE MY EYES . . a miracle.

{TTS/061602_02.06} True love I understood clear to my soul.

{TTS/061602_02.07} Two hearts like mine . . . entwined . . . So beautiful.

{TTS/061602_02.08} Their presence in my life gave me control. . .

 
{TTS/061602_02.09} . . . of situations that can pull the threads.

{TTS/061602_02.10} of young identity . . . to tattered rags.

{TTS/061602_02.11} I show one face . . . Inside are many heads

{TTS/061602_02.12} kept private . . . midst each school day . . . that so fags . . .

 
{TTS/061602_02.13} . . . me to my core. . . Two jobs: . . .Be me. . . . Do school.

{TTS/061602_02.14} And watching Tara helped me find my cool."

{TTS/061602_03.01} "THEN, BLOODY HELL, THEY KILLED HER! . . . Damn them all!

{TTS/061602_03.02} Send Whedon and his writers straight to Hell!

{TTS/061602_03.03} And do not let them out . . . UNTIL they call:

{TTS/061602_03.04} 'Good Lord . . . we swear on Bibles . . . we'll RE-tell. . .

 
{TTS/061602_03.05} . . . the story . . .NOW . . . so Tara will live on.'

{TTS/061602_03.06} "AMAZING . . . what some brimstone can achieve. {smile}

{TTS/061602_03.07} How quickly script revisions undergone

{TTS/061602_03.08} with Satan breathing down your neck. . . RE-weave . . .

 
{TTS/061602_03.09} . . . the Buffy tapestry. . . God may forgive

{TTS/061602_03.10} the sins that normal humans can't undo.

{TTS/061602_03.11} But writers can rewrite a narrative.

{TTS/061602_03.12} (Proud artists says, "We won't!" . . To hell with you!) {smile}

 
{TTS/061602_03.13} "Then I will shout hurray! . . . My Tara's back

{TTS/061602_03.14} where she belongs. . . . I knew Joss had the knack . . .

{TTS/061602_04.01} . . . for miracles . . . And THIS is one we need.

{TTS/061602_04.02} "NO . . I AM NOT ALONE. . . in suffering

{TTS/061602_04.03} a thousand times much harder . . . from one deed

{TTS/061602_04.04} of fictional destruction . . . that could bring . . .

 
{TTS/061602_04.05} . . . no recompensing beauty. . . to outweigh

{TTS/061602_04.06} the agony inflicted. . . on the ones

{TTS/061602_04.07} who care... YES, CARE...THAT MUCH... Hear what we say.

{TTS/061602_04.08} (Don't pull "a Darla" . . Put away those guns!) {smile}

 
{TTS/061602_04.09} NO storyteller at Joss Whedon's rank

{TTS/061602_04.10} (whose storytelling power spans the earth)

{TTS/061602_04.11} has LICENSE TO IGNORE WHOM he should thank

{TTS/061602_04.12} for their eyes full attention . . .WHICH gives birth . . .

 
{TTS/061602_04.13} . . . to habits of the heart . . that give them PEACE.

{TTS/061602_04.14} Dear Joss, you must make THEM your centerpiece.

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