Hey! Violentpop here with just a drabble...in poem form of of course! This was originally written for my best friend, Lucy, but I realized this also depicted the fight against evil the two brothers were doing! They are the single rose that rises from the darkness...and they are the ones who helps keep the hope alive in the world. Cookies for anyone who R&Rs!! And BRING BACK MIRACLES CAMPAIGN-SPREAD THE WORD! (Either in your fanfics or whatever...if you like Miracles, or want to bring it back to fanfic, then spread the word in your Authors Notes or whatever! Thanks!
Discaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Miracles for that matter...I am so sad. lol.
The Reason Why We Fight
--------------------------------------------
As the orange gleams break on forest shores
Mountain ranges tremble under the wind's force
The rusty clouds wail through the deep ocean caverns
And the creatures of the underworld rustle up the courage
----------------------------------------------
War horns blare in the blinding white sun rays
Dust ridden hooves and sweat matted hides
Screaming, snorting, growling, chanting, laughing
The raw foreground of the scene as they all prepare
---------------------------------------------
Angels with silk white sleeves fall from the heavens
A chorus of golden harmony reverberates
Golden hair and cream white skin, beauty that stills the heart
Waiting for the scarlet blood to be spilt on the holy soil
---------------------------------------------
The blackness settles on the floor of the glass cage
Capturing the glows of the children as they sit gazing
Silent and foreboding as the grim play sets the stage
Threatening to overcrowd the gold sand plains
-------------------------------------------
Chaos and fury splinters the law of ruling age
As the great battle commences in the blinding rage
Clashes of metal, flashes of silver an ruby, screams of pain
Determination and the stench of sweat lie thickly on the land
--------------------------------------------
Deafening undefined sounds shatter the air
Excruciating pain and sorrow lace into the pregnant clouds
Hatching together like a makeshift massacre
Sowing the needle of death through cloths of life
------------------------------------------------
Silence and sudden peace rears its weary head
As the great battle ends in a somnolent resonated sigh
An ugly hole crumbles under the strewn bodies
And swallows the trickles of life that run like a stream
-------------------------------------------------
An empty victory prevailed on dirty blood
A resounding loss of the reaper that haunts the mass grave
The angels sing forth the spilt souls and deadened eyes
Gathering up the hacked hearts and sodden hair
--------------------------------------------------
The holy soil now tainted with black poison
Not a single flicker of life to be seen in the shriveled forests
The frothy sands stained with burgundy of the long forgotten past
Five hundred years of impacted agony and the stench still lingers
----------------------------------------------------
But among the ashes of the golden angels
And among the ruins of the hopes and dreams of the world
In the burial grounds of the brave and the foolish
Lies one glorious metaphoric rose...
------------------------------------------------------
Well, I hoped you enjoyed it! Please R&R! And Bring MIracles Back!! xx Violentpop