Before I put in my own poem, I wanted to post this poem by W.B. Yeats. It's really cool and I thought it sorta fit with Supernatural.
W.B. Yeats: The Two Trees
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
Gaze no more in the bitter glass
The demons, with their subtle guile.
Lift up before us when they pass,
Or only gaze a little while;
For there a fatal image grows
That the stormy night receives,
Roots half hidden under snows,
Broken boughs and blackened leaves.
For ill things turn to barrenness
In the dim glass the demons hold,
The glass of outer weariness
Made when God slept in times of old.
There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and hungry throat.
Or else they stand and sniff the wind,
And shake their ragged wings; alas!
They tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass.
I really like that poem. It's awesome. Anyway, here's mine, and I should warn you, if you like poems to rhyme you probably won't like this. It's totally freeverse.
One Year
Just one year left.
Dean waited patiently.
The demon would come,
He was sure of that.
She or he would probably laugh,
Watching him fall;
Lifeless,
Weak,
A mere mortal.
Sam would be alone.
No one was left;
Ash,
John.
Death took them,
And soon would take Dean.
Could he leave him?
After bringing him back to help himself,
Could he really leave his brother?
Waiting would drive him insane.
All the more time to think.
He didn't want to think this;
The pain and torture was too much.
A lose-lose situation;
"Try not do.
Or do not.
There is no try."
Try to get out,
Don't try to get out.
Result:
Lose Sam.
One year to choose.
Decide fast.
A/N I don't want to use the virtual candy/hugs thing, so if you review, please tell me what you would like.