Here's a little poem I wrote… Was gonna stick it in one of my stories but it just didn't fit. Anyway, the subject of the poem is none other than Dean Winchester… 'cause I love him… Not everyone loves poetry but I thought I'd see what you think :D
Quick disclaimer – I own nothing… Well, that's not entirely true, I own my laptop but you won't get much for it :P But I don't own the Winchesters or Supernatural – they belong to the master Kripke.
Son of Death and Misery
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Son of Death and Misery
Of Pain and Suffering
You live a life of endless war
And yet you ask for nothing
Your heart cries out
Your soul is worn
And in the darkness
Your shadow's born
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Prince of Night and all Despair
Of Anger, Hatred, Torment
Just lay your head down softly
And close your eyes for once
You wish to sleep
To simply rest
To leave the fighting
To end this quest
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Champion of the Lost and Found
Of damsels in distress
You shine so brightly in this world
A beacon in the chaos
You fight to live
You live to fight
You save us all
…A hero's plight
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