Hey everyone.
This is a supernatural poem that I wrote myself, I hope you like it.
Fallen angel
He was a fallen angel as soon as he laid his hand on him,
The righteous man, now full of sin,
The big brother to the boy with the demon blood,
He gave up everything for him.
Against his family he did rebel,
All for the man he lifted from hell,
He became god, he thought that he could,
In the end he did more bad than good.
The leviathans he let loose,
He ended up tying his own noose,
He did his best to help in any way,
Always happy to bleed for the Winchesters he'd say.
And now, here he is, outcast from heaven,
No longer an angel, he can no longer fly,
He lost his grace, can kiss his wings goodbye.
Trying to find his way on Earth,
He experiences new feelings, hunger, sadness and thirst.
He's a hunter now and he kills demons,
Except for the one he can't bring himself to kill,
The once righteous man, now named Deanmon.
He took on the mark of Cain and his eyes went black,
Now Cas just wants the old Dean back.
He was a fallen angel as soon as he laid his eyes on him,
The righteous man now full of sin.
He was doomed as soon as he laid his eyes on him,
The fallen angel, still falling.
I wrote this for expressive arts, we were told to write a poem about something we are passionate about.
I hope you liked this poem, review what you think.
Bye everyone.