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(Poem) The Chooser and the Chosen

29th May 2008 (18:48)

I should probably apologise for this up front. :-)  Not content with writing Le Morte De Buffy in the manner of Arthurian myth, I've now been, um, "inspired" to write the story of Buffy's death after the fashion of Anglo-Saxon/Norse alliterative verse.

I'm very sorry.

Summary: Buffy's a hero, you see. She's not like us.
Rating: 12.  Warnings for character death (Buffy) and bad poetry.
Wordcount: Five stanzas of 14 lines each.
Dedication: To beer_good_foamy, maharet83, elisi, and anyone else who claims Nordic ancestry. Please don't kill me.

The Chooser and the Chosen

Through bloodstained battle Buffy danced.
Her keen companion curved around her,
crimson blade drank deep from demons,
sent screaming souls to scarlet hells.
High on a hilltop a stranger stood,
watched the warrior fight her foes
with strength and skill. His single eye
marked her moves with measuring gaze,
watched in wonder the widow-maker
work her ways. He judged her worthy
to stand beside his loyal soldiers
in final battle, when fate decrees
that gods and men go both to glory
in woeful war that ends the world!

So turned he then towards the sky
and whistled shrill upon the wind.
Calling down his cruel companions,
with down as black as darkest night,
curving beaks and claws like blades,
bright black eyes that burned with thought
and memories of men they'd slain.
Then to them the one-eyed wanderer
signalled with his spear, the Slayer
that down below did deeds of valour.
Bade them fly about his business
of betrayal, and bring to him
that warrior woman there who waged
such mighty war on many foes!

No demon's blade could bite on Buffy
nor claw could catch her as she sped
unmarked amidst the mangled slain
that once were foes. Her flying feet
kept her sure and safe from danger.
No fear she felt, until there flew
black-feathered ravens in her face,
blocked her sight and made her blind.
No foe could match her face to face
but now unseen one worked his woeful
harm upon the helpless hero,
stabbed her with a spear. She too
slew him with a backhand blow, but woe!
The deadly wound was dealt; she died.

Her spirit stood amidst the slaughter,
pale ghost that peered from side to side.
Saw her corpse that lay there crumpled,
Sighed and said with rolling eyes
"Oh, not again!" But then she noticed
the heavy thud of horse's hooves
trot up behind. She turned to face them,
Saw a shining silver steed, and on it
a blonde-haired maid in burnished mail,
who signalled to the Slayer to mount. But she
declaimed in doubtful tone, "You're Death?
Shouldn't you be a skeleton?" She shrugged,
but mounted up behind the maid
and watched to see where they would go.

Then the rider raised her head high,
shook the reins, and loudly shouted
bade her steed to bear them homeward
where rich rewards well honour the hero,
rings of gold and songs of glory,
feasts and fights and fame eternal.
Buffy coughed. "Don't you have cable?"
But then she screamed and clung on, scared,
as the stallion leaped into the sky
and galloped high above the ground. She groaned
"I really hate heights" But soon her heart
Grew strong again. Gleefully she gazed
at the land below, and from her lips
her voice sang out that tune from Wagner.

It seemed appropriate, somehow.



Posted by: The Mezzanine (deird1)
Posted at: 29th May 2008 20:10 (UTC)

Very nice!

I loved Buffy's "not again"...

Posted by: StephenT (stormwreath)
Posted at: 29th May 2008 21:21 (UTC)

My biggest challenge was trying to get Buffy to speak the way she normally would, and still fit the language and structure of the poem. :-)


Posted by: Beer Good (beer_good_foamy)
Posted at: 29th May 2008 21:24 (UTC)

Heee! Very impressive. I love the contrast of the verse (or the 'verse) and Buffy's very in-character lines... And of course, much like the last one, this one has an unwritten epilogue in which Buffy gets to come back for a final battle in the future. Funny how all myths seem to have some element like that...

And a one-eyed Big Bad, hmmm? Surely that's just Odin, and not some other one-eyed character, right?

Posted by: StephenT (stormwreath)
Posted at: 29th May 2008 22:36 (UTC)

Surely that's just Odin

One eye - check
Spear - check
Two ravens called Thought and Memory - check
Choosing the most valiant warriors to join him in Valhalla to fight alongside him at the day of Ragnarok - check

Probably not Xander, then. :-)

Glad you liked it!

Posted by: Beer Good (beer_good_foamy)
Posted at: 29th May 2008 23:15 (UTC)

Well, some historians have claimed that the mythical Odin started out as a normal human being... ;-) (Though the idea of giving up humanity in the search for wisdom sounds a bit more like Willow than Xander, I guess.)

Posted by: J (firebirdgrrl)
Posted at: 30th May 2008 02:34 (UTC)
Dracula/Xander Master and Servant

So.So. Fabulous!

Posted by: StephenT (stormwreath)
Posted at: 30th May 2008 23:12 (UTC)

Thank you!

Posted by: selinde2 (selinde2)
Posted at: 30th May 2008 05:32 (UTC)


Valour envisioned draws delightful dole
Heading heavenwards the high-hearted hero
Shouts 'Hi Ho Silver, Away!'

Posted by: StephenT (stormwreath)
Posted at: 30th May 2008 23:13 (UTC)

*groans* (in alliterative verse)


Posted by: Caroline (jamalov29)
Posted at: 7th November 2009 19:53 (UTC)
buffy manip-zugma

I liked the powerful imagery of a Buffy who , above anything else,is a beautiful warrior.

Posted by: StephenT (stormwreath)
Posted at: 8th November 2009 22:14 (UTC)

Thanks! I was trying to capture the Norse/Anglo-Saxon view of warfare and warriors - even though Buffy herself probably wouldn't have much patience for it...

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