To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)

Blue-Eyed Angel

Looking to the firmament, trenchcoat fluttering

Gaze up his past home, the clouds where he fell

Greeting into Earth, harsh thunder and lightning

Made his first entrance to save another from hell

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Those fragile eyes coloured deepest sapphire blue

Showing an icy stare that's quite frigid, crystal cold

But think otherwise, for appearances can be untrue

And this blue-eyed angel inside is fiery, loyal, bold

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With an internal fire burning so inextinguishable

A naturally rebellious heart and a warmest soul

An Angel of the Lord, though he's that no longer

Come what may, eye of the storm, ardent power

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He buried his sword down and gave up the fight

Changed into another side, onto what was right

He lost the light in his halo, broke his dark wings

He lost his mojo, got built and rebuilt over again

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A true source of hope, his intentions clear and tight

A saviour, protector, clever, an angel of many names

Life of chess, in this checkerboard of black and white

He already knows how to play and win the long game

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But even the purest angels can succumb to the wrong

Tuning their tainted hearts into the much darker song

And in the end, even soldiers in a battle will fade away

Every candle in the wind will flicker and snuff to grey

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A spirit for his spirit, replaying his most luminous memory

For he's a valiant hero, this angel will always remain to me

Through the pain and all the anguish, he has held the torch

Carried on with his purpose, rekindled soul ignited to scorch

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The blue-eyed angel has always been their lucky star, incandescent light

The heavenly entity the brothers call to for help and pray to every night

For as long as they have the fullest unfaltering faith at Castiel held within

Sam and Dean know that they will always have a good angel to believe in.