Ben’s Dream
(a filk for Veronica)
I dreamed I met a Californian,
A most amazing girl.
She had that look you very rarely find,
The haunted, hunting kind.
I asked her to say what had happened,
How it all began
I asked again - she never said a word,
As if she hadn’t heard.
And next, the streets were full of wild and undead men.
They seemed to hate this girl.
They fell on her, and then,
They disappeared again.
Then I saw all of the Scoobies
Crying for this girl
And then I heard then mentioning my name,
And leaving me the blame.