One year of a normal apple pie life
With a happy family, Ben and Lisa
No hunting, no pain, no monster fights
Just manicured lawns and vistas
.
Wake up, healthy breakfast cooks
Then to my normal work I finally head
Construction, bonding, barbecues
All a quaint suburban dream ahead
.
Back in the olden days afoul
No one would've never thought
That I'll ever experience normal
Because all I ever did was fought
.
But something weird is brewing
Underground, under this perfection
Something very strange occurring
This life was just one big misdirection
.
Sam returned from Hell, and Samuel
With hunters, cousins, the Campbells
Djinns and creatures acting malicious
Castiel is missing, looking suspicious
.
I thought I could live with no danger
But all that is now a distant stranger
Just maybe...Azazel was right at last
That I cannot run away from my past.
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To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)
PoetrySupernatural poems that I write when all the: -massive emotional damage -overwhelming crack -severe obsession -rare inspiration -demon possessing me is too much to handle. 50% feels, 50% crack, 100% trash. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here! ××× ...
