So this is my first crack at Supernatural poetry. I was just a teensy bit bored and thought why not? So this sonnet is basically from Sam's point of view. He reflects on everything that is going on with Lucifer in his head and all other bad things, and he thinks of Dean. I tried very hard to make this sonnet to mirror those of Shakespeare (yeah I have no life...) so if it not totally on point or if you don't particularly like it....this is my apology Besides all that I do hope you enjoy this little thing, and I beg that you do not judge it too harshly. Yeah it might be totally corny to some, but I did really work hard on it...so positive comments and constructive criticism only if you would be so kind! Thank you and don't forget to Carry on My Wayward Son...........................still have no life.........