A/N Hi. All the poems I post are created by me, unless I say, 'Credit to...' So here are some poems I made up on the fly. Ye so... sorry if they suck.
SPOILERS!!!
I have decided to write a poem about Dean now being a demon, or as my friend calls him, a DEANMON.
You lay there,
Arms at your chest.
Not taking in any air.
You are motionless, the First Blade lays on your breast.
Crowley is at your side,
Commanding you to feel what he has felt.
But you have already died.
And the Mark Of Cain is now on your arm, as a welt.
When your eyes flutter open,
they're pitch black.
All of the viewers hearts, are now broken,
We hope, and we hope, that our dearest Dean will come back,
but there is no hope, for our special hunter.
YOU ARE READING
Supernatural poems
PoetrySome poems about Supernatural. --- (Excuse me while I sob violently in my room.)
