DISCLAIMER: The characters here do not belong to me, but to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, Fox Television or 20th Century Fox. However, the poem is mine, and cannot be archived or posted anywhere without my permission.

SPOILERS: This is set sometime in Season 4.

NOTES: Spike goes to a place traditionally known to be a ‘fun’ place. He doesn’t seem to be really enjoying it, though.

Three types of music,
Or what I laughingly call music,
Reach a resounding crescendo
and die away.
A moment later three others,
Each as loud and distracting as the others,
Start to build in the momentary silence.
Not an instant of peace.

Loud, crass colours,
Primary blocks and neon swirls
vie for my attention.
There is too much to look at;
Too much to do.
I, alone, walk blind and deaf
Or wish I were so.

The edges blur,
Things blend into each other;
An ugly monstrosity that assails the sense
Rendering them oblivious to
Everything.

The eyes of all light up,
Like the lights surrounding them.
Dollar signs flash maniacally as
Purses are opened,
Emptied.

Later, all is silent.
The approaching sun will soon shine down,
Down where there are no bright lights to
Drown it.

There will be no loud music,
No neon signs.
No hustle
No bustle
Just a dropped ice cream cone
melting on the ground.
Banners unfurled
Will sweep the empty ground,
And as morning approaches I can open my eyes
And with a slow and deliberate glare
Take in my last sight of the Earth - a vulgar monstrosity
Dubbed by all as a fun fair.

*****

Sunrise suddenly seems sweet.