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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