Disclaimer; Don't own the celestial being and his heroes, just this poem…
A/N; Sorry for the language but he's feeling mad…I write this type of poetry if you don't like it *ah well*
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Castiel's Hero –
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Everybody has a hero, even me
For most it is their daddy
I am included in the most
As for the change I'm not ready
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I never lost faith in him, just doubted
That wasn't mine but the fault of others
I loved everything about him, listened to every order
Until everything was screwed over by my reckless brothers
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Now everything is so fucked up
Shit, this isn't the language I was brought up to use
I feel the darkness on my celestial being wherever I go
It's a part of me now, I can't get loose
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I still pray, not knowing if he can hear
I still hope my hero will save me from my nightmare
But I see no signs, don't feel his presence
Maybe that is why I am so damn easy to scare
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I keep thinking, Dean, that BAMF might be right
I could have been a delusional bastard all this time
But then that little angelic voice inside of me argues
Hell, I'm just fucking up my own rhyme
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I have come to the conclusion
And finally sign out. Nope,
My hero might not exist
But if he does, he is proper dope
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