To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)

The Road So Far

(100 Supernatural poems. In less than a year. Oh my chuck, can you freaking believe it??!?! 'Cause I sure as hell can't! ヽ(ﾟ〇ﾟ)ﾉ Guess this just goes to show just how much I'm completely obsessed and possessed with Supernatural, and how much I'm proud of it. I'm proud of us. So I dedicate this poem to all of you, my crazy Supernatural family, as a thanks for being with during the wild ride. Anyways, long-ass chick flick rant aside, I better cut this short. Here's to more years of being a hunter, and to hundreds more SPN poems! Carry on!) ＼(＾▽＾)／

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The road so far is a long,

Winding, hell of a journey.

There have been monsters,

Angels, ghosts, entities, of

Demons, and the evil sons

Of bitches along the way.

An action packed life that

Is jammed in flashes as a

Familiar Kansas music is

Playing for accompany.

And it has not been easy.

The fighting all the time,

Both evil and themselves

With unhealing wounds

Physically or emotionally.

Or my motion sickness is

Overwhelmingly dizzying,

With these bumpy slopes,

And the road's real tough.

Filled with huge potholes

And puddles of mud and

Spikes that is hindering

Us from our final goals.

We nearly crash into the

Obstacles that block our

Wayward path, but since

We are wayward children,

We will always carry on.

Searching for the right way,

For cases and for madness,

For dad and for God alike,

Search for peace and love.

Cruising with our car Baby,

Sam and Dean Winchester,

As AC/DC blasts loud, we're

Journeying across America.

Sometimes Cas will surprise

Hitch, Crowley dibs shotgun

(But he doesn't get his way),

A dead/unconscious body in

The stained backseat, and the

Beer bottles scattered around

Along with tools and cassettes,

Or an open boot for weapons.

With this humbling peripatetic

Existence, and alongside the

Creatures that shouldn't exist,

It's changed me for the better.

I've found a hundred ways to

Laugh, cry, say thanks, bye.

Words pouring like alcohol,

Yet it sobers up my thought.

A hundred ways to relay the

Adventure I experienced with

You and the rest of the family

In this Supernatural madness.

So yes, the road so far is long,

It's crazy, dangerous, endless.

But it's all worth the sacrifice;

Those hard pains and fighting,

All the waged wars we've lost,

Because it's worth it in the end.

For all the joys and thrill it had,

And those things we have seen

With our nutty little escapades,

It showed us new perspectives

Providing us hope, faith, and life,

Making us fight back, to believe.

And as long as rock songs play,

And the Winchesters shall stay,

And this '67 Chevy Impala roars,

We will drive with a gale's force.

We're all brothers and sisters truly

That don't end in blood, a family.

We're idjits crashing the stairway

To heaven, highway to hell we play

We're broken soldiers, don't stop

Damned souls that don't give up.

We are the proud freaks that will

Save this damn world from evil.

We bring salt and weapons and

We all make our ultimate stand.

We hunt and we hit the road long

And we wayward sons will carry on.