DISCLAIMER-John Constantine belongs to Vertigo(DC) Comics, not me.
NOTES-Okay, I've never written a poem based on anything but random thoughts before. And God knows this isn't Dylan Thomas or anything. Basically I just hunted up all but one issues of the "Rake At The Gates Of Hell" arch (among lots of other Hellblazer back issues, bad Megan) and wrote this while my D&D group took a break yesterday. The poem isn't about that story line in paticular, just about Conjob in general. That being said, I hope you enjoy.
FEEDBACK-I'd be very grateful if you'd e-mail me your opinion of this poem at RhiannonAZ@aol.com.
A Rake At The Gates Of Hell
by RhiannonAmaris
I have seen
friends die and burn
while I fed the fire
I've spat in demons' faces
and cut the wings off angels
I've told gods where to stick it
and screwed over all the devils in hell
here I stand
alone
a rake at the gates of hell