A Farewell to Angel

And so it ends. My take on the news of the AtS cancellation is basically the same as kathyh's: I'd rather it go out in style (which it does, imo) at a point when I am still craving more. The one point where my Angel love was seriously shaken was during season 3; Darla and teenage Connor and Wesley's arc kept me hanging, but otherwise that was the only season where I would not have minded the news of cancellation at all. Which would have been foolish of me, because then I'd have missed the Greek tragedy that was season 4 (I mean this in the best sense, as a compliment - did I mention I have a thing for tragedies?), and season 5 which is intriguing and delighting me so far. (And I would have missed the salvation of Cordelia's character from the depths of St. Cordy-dom. Season 4 Cordy does not count, since it was mostly Jasmine.) So hail and farewell, AtS.

Instead of recounting favourite moments and arcs, which a lot of eloquent people are doing already, I decided to go on poetry rampage. Yeats was referred to repeatedly in the Jossverse, both on AtS and BTVS, and he strikes me as an eminently suitable poet for the show.

So, poems, pieces of poems, and briefly sketched reasons why they're Angel-relevant:

( Los Angeles and the vampiric state of being )

( Supernatural Pregnancies (duh!) )

( AtS theme song as composed by WBY *g* )

The noir hero and his femme fatale
( (aka Angel/Darla or Wesley/Lilah, as you choose) )