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TeaTimeSunday / SONNETS
by BOKE
BUFFY-VERSE SERIES    (66-69) SONNETS #70-73 of 154 (74-77)
INSPIRED-BY/CONCERNING:
BtVS EPISODE #16 (2.04)
"Inca Mummy Girl"

ONE-HAIKU (EPISODE) RECAP:
The one where Buffy
must fight an ancient princess ...
(a teen doomed by fate)

 
[R.I.P. SEPT '02]

(for reference only) SONNETS #70-73/154 for Tea Time in L.A. #28 -
BtVS16 Inca Mummy Girl

ORIGINALLY POSTED AT (UPN) WWW.BUFFY.COM ... BEFORE ALL FORUMS WERE DELETED 9/19/02 ...
CLICK THE BRONZE SKULL TO SEE ARCHIVE COPY OF (NONCOLOR) VERSION (FOR COMPARISON)
Rhetorical verse for Tea Time in L.A. #28 - (Talking about Buffy
as Shakespeare would have. [g])

Posted by: forensicpoetry - Apr 21, 2002, 6:27 PM

A SONNETIZED SUNDAY SUNNYDALE SERMON
INSPIRED BY BtVS 2.4 INCA MUMMY GIRL
NOTE: MISSING LINES (1ST QUATRAIN)
RECOVERED FROM ORIGINAL LEGAL PADS

 
(BUFFY-VERSE SERIES) SONNET #070-073 of 154
SACRIFICE

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

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{BVS_070_01.01} ONE SACRIFICIAL PRINCESS doomed to live

{BVS_070_01.02} a sentient mummy sealed by sacred curse

{BVS_070_01.03} through human history. Could she forgive

{BVS_070_01.04} the sacrifice her people did coerce . . .

 
{BVS_070_01.05} . . . from one so beautiful . . . at just sixteen

{BVS_070_01.06} by force of their traditions' cruelty?

{BVS_070_01.07} Five hundred years -- a coffin limousine

{BVS_070_01.08} bore here in solitude. Dead eyes that see . . .

 
{BVS_070_01.09} . . . the horror of her living death -- a fate

{BVS_070_01.10} that no one ought to bear . . . But they chose her.

{BVS_070_01.11} Of course her people had to educate

{BVS_070_01.12} its blessed children so they would concur . . .

 
{BVS_070_01.13} . . . when told they had to pay the price for all.

{BVS_070_01.14} BUT THINK, DEAR CHILD, before you heed that call.


{2}

{BVS_071_02.01} SOMETIMES WHAT NATIONS GLORIFY is dumb.

{BVS_071_02.02} And sometimes evil slips by in that form.

{BVS_071_02.03} There may be good cause for your martyrdom,

{BVS_071_02.04} BUT you must judge yourself. Not just conform . . .

 
{BVS_071_02.05} . . . to what the common passion shouts you must.

{BVS_071_02.06} You owe your nation more than body parts.

{BVS_071_02.07} A citizen is someone you can trust

{BVS_071_02.08} to use their brain and soul -- yes, all their smarts . . .

 
{BVS_071_02.09} . . . in judging with fresh eyes if a request

{BVS_071_02.10} for sacrifice makes sense . . . or is insane.

{BVS_071_02.11} IF NOT, a nation ceases to be blessed

{BVS_071_02.12} and "we its people" will go down the drain.

 
{BVS_071_02.13} ASK: Will my sacrifice raise up our land,

{BVS_071_02.14} or bring us down by Satan's hidden hand?


{3}

{BVS_072_03.01} The sound of "SATAN" fit's a verse line well.

{BVS_072_03.02} Though I have no desire to preach that name

{BVS_072_03.03} for superhuman evil straight from hell,

{BVS_072_03.04} celebrity has weight, and "he" has fame.

 
{BVS_072_03.05} So let us speak of "Satan" as a code

{BVS_072_03.06} for how humanity goes off the track

{BVS_072_03.07} of grace and beauty, runs off of the road, . . .

{BVS_072_03.08} AND FOR A TIME BECOMES A MANIAC . . .

 
{BVS_072_03.09} . . . THAT AMPLIFIES STUPIDITY until

{BVS_072_03.10} it reaches common knowledge and destroys

{BVS_072_03.11} a generation with a poison pill

{BVS_072_03.12} of insane sacrifice and deadly toys.

 
{BVS_072_03.13} THERE ARE true times when lives must be laid down.

{BVS_072_03.14} BUT always THINK, before you don that crown.


{4}

{BVS_073_04.01} OF COURSE, IT IS THE WORLD in its "wild" state

{BVS_073_04.02} that brings these lines of verse across this screen.

{BVS_073_04.03} A world that's run amok with murd'rous hate.

{BVS_073_04.04} And so I must take care with what I mean.

 
{BVS_073_04.05} A sermon launched against the powerless

{BVS_073_04.06} deserves no hearing. And since here I sit

{BVS_073_04.07} and type these words in U.S.A. confess

{BVS_073_04.08} to all the world . . . our leaders don't know sh*t . . .

 
{BVS_073_04.09} . . . about the suff'ring of the aching world.

{BVS_073_04.10} WHERE'S CHRIST -- who said to love your enemy

{BVS_073_04.11} and turn the other cheek -- when WAR's unfurled?

{BVS_073_04.12} It's hard to lead . . . but stop the blasphemy.

 
{BVS_073_04.13} To end on that harsh note may well offend.

{BVS_073_04.14} But ev'ry faith has truths we must defend.

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