A/N I had this written out like, five minutes after watching the season nine sneak-peek for the first time, but I didn't post it cause I had to post my fifty-fic special first. Anyway, the sneak-peek inspired a bunch of poetry, most of which is complete shit, but I'm posting whatever actually turned out good. This won't make sense if you haven't watched the sneak-peek, so I guess there are spoilers for season nine...? I dunno. Whatever. Enjoy! :) ~Sammy
Watch the faithless man pray, my children
Pray to those demons Redeemed,
Pray to the Falling angels,
Pray to that shattering corridor of glass,
Pray to that UnHoly buzz you can feel.
Watch his breaths grow shallow,
His face pales, like a vengeful ghost,
Who has been around too long,
Who's only hope is to be put to rest.
But you won't.
You can't.
Not him.
Not ever.
Pray to the Devil you had rebuked,
Pray to the Angel of Death,
Pray to the God you know is gone,
Even as you wish that He wasn't.
Pray, with your head down,
And your hands clasped together,
"My name is Dean Winchester,
And I need your help."
A/N Gah! The feels! I'm not sorry! *ducks and runs for cover* Uhh... *peeks out* Leave a review and let me know what you thought? Reviews inspire the Muse! :) ~Sammy