Disclaimer: Supernatural ain't mine.
A/N: Guys, it's a poem I wrote instead of sleeping. Because I have poor time management skills. Don't expect too much out of it.
They knew each other once in battle
When moon set high and she heard his tattles
He was the teacher and the bold
She was learnt and degrees too cold
Him first and then her, eased into cutting bone
KOH
Nigh reaches of blade and smoky arrivals
Together, dimming down chances of survival
They were soldiers marching Satan's tune
They were nightmares, scoffed at come high noon
Through tales that were truths, Knights of Hell grew known
But the crest of change came not too far after
It struck him then, amidst evil's laughter
The softest touch of lady and purity's eyes
Could be for him, call it redemption's prize
If only he laid down blade and bowed for prayer
KOH
But his salvation was another's burning resolve
For what was once respect of commander had evolved
When she now had none but a deeper pit of rage
To guide her towards the man she wanted and planned to cage
Ultimatum from lover's skin denied, his beloved wasn't spared
Time is sweet and time is slow
For her, it's told by counting death tolls
The drips of blood cover borrowed skin
Meat suits screaming at her boundless sin
And she is the sumptuous, the feral; the demon
KOH
Time is sweet and time is slow
For him, it passes next to buried soul
Haunted whispers carry the past through air
Casting upon him memory of love and care
And he is the wretched, the saved; the dreamin'