And now that I've written one poem this week, i can't stop. Beta'd by the lovely PlatinumRoseLady. Enjoy!
Years And Years Ago
I stop my work, as he burst through
The door weilding a bloody sword
With all I've done, here I guess
It's time for my final reward.
The soul on the rack looks
Just as confused as I feel
I hadn't noticed the fight,
I wonder if he's even real.
Angles have to come to Hell
I don't pretend to know why.
"Have you come to torture
Me, too?" I snap, ready to die.
After being stuck for so long in
A cycle of screams and violence,
I thought I could get lost
in the darkness of his silence.
"Dean," he finally speaks.
I stop breathing, waiting.
"It's time," he glances behind,
"The day you were anticipating."
"Years, and years ago," I snort.
The door opens again with others
I can see the fight still raging
I can see some fallen brothers.
Years and years ago I had
A dream, a purpose but then...
I don't know what would
Happen if I go back again.
With his hand on my heart,
And my heart upon my sleeve
He walks and whispers lightly,
"I think it's time to leave."
The first time I saw his wings
That stretched across the room,
Each perfect black feather .
That's the first time I knew.
I'm going back to a place
I've only glimpsed in dreams.
To somewhere long gone-
I wonder if anyone misses me.
As we walk out the door,
His garrison also retreats
But in the battle's bloody wake
They're not leaving in defeat.
And as I'm flying free,
"Why me?" I ask in the gloom.
He sets me down in the earth,
and whisperers, "We'll talk soon."
...the end...