So, I had to do a rhyming poem and/or rap for my creative writing class last year, and SPN was on my mind. It's set in Season 1 after Sam first dies and Dean visits the crossroad demon and sells his soul. (yes, i know she wasn't the devil, but context). Anyways, hope you enjoy, and send your opinions, comments, and/or concerns!
The Sale
They're fighting and killing, but they keep on forgetting,
The reasons why they can't sleep at night,
And the monsters, they're real, and they're out for blood,
Taking away all the things that you love,
They don't know how to run, but they can't possibly win,
And their sins are stacking up like the devils sick grin,
And they're just fighting to live, fighting to live, but they'll die in the end.
What do you see when his life blood gushes away,
And you don't think you'll live to see another day,
Your brother cries as you swear to the sky,
But the black light is dancing behind his glazed eyes,
Like the day fades to night, death comes from life,
And the only thing you hear is a screaming inside,
You're lying in blood, and you never admitted your love.
The pain of his death is like a knife to your heart,
And you cry when you realize you'll never hear another remark,
Coming out of his mouth and making you smile,
Like only he could when your life fell to hell,
You're desperate, you're screaming, there's a hole in your mind,
And you don't know if someone can stop you in time,
But you hope they don't, cause he's worth the sacrifice.
It's evil and it's against all you believe,
But you push the though away as your lips form the creed,
Summoning the devil, a killer in disguise,
To save a tortured soul burning before your minds eyes,
The stakes are high, but they're worth every lie,
They fall from her lips in poisonous sighs,
But his soul for yours is a trade worth the price.
The devil gives you a year, but her eyes burn with desire,
Longing to taste your blood and torture you with fire,
But when you get home and see the tears his eyes,
The breath fall form his lips, your name the first word he cries,
You embrace your brother, the other half of your soul,
And though he doesn't say a word, you know that he knows,
You deal with the devil, your soul for his,
But dying will be worth the sweet taste of his lips.
