A/N: This was written as a kind of explanation for a picture I drew during the dreaded LIT class. The picture is Sam sitting with black leather wings, his head on his knees and surrounded by blood and feathers.
Lamentation for the Angel
Burdened with a curse,
He embraces it for Good.
Against his brother's wishes
He continues with his actions,
Hoping to save the one
Who always saves him.
But the road to Hell
Is paved with good intentions.
And a demon's gift
Is dark no matter what.
Lost for an instant,
He lashes out
And the demon's will is done,
As Sam strikes down
The one who could win the war.
And the fallen angel cries,
Weeps broken and bloody
Lamenting the destruction
Of the warrior for God.
Just a boy lost in the Dark
Crying out for his older brother.
A/N: There you go. I hope you enjoyed my first attempt at poetry...if you can call it that. Feedback is welcome. Flames will be given to the Joker so he can make the world burn.