A/N So I haven't done much in fanfiction for a while, but this popped into my head while doing a Supernatural marathon and thought I should write it out. It's the first poem I've had published on fanfiction, and no beta, so be kind (and if you find an spelling error let me know!) Reviews are awesome and inspire more, but likes are also nice :D Content kinda angsty, and general spoilers for all seasons to present (end S9)
enjoy!
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A frightened child,
An adult too soon,
With weight too much to carry
Watching a father drink away,
Missing the one named Mary.
A soldier boy,
Made too soon
With orders now to follow.
A brother and a mother, one
Protect- "take care of Sammy"
A man with eyes much too old,
A soul worn thin with pain.
A history he can't ignore,
A brother filled with shame.
Nothing left and torn apart
He knows no life but this.
No peace or rest, he still goes on
It's always "for the best"
Then God and all his angels,
Heaven and the depths of hell
Started whole new problems
To make sure that he fell.
He made a deal, and went to Hell,
To save his family.
An angel came, on God's command
And said come work for me.
The Apocalypse has come and gone
And with it friends and foe,
Ash and Ellen and the old Roadhouse,
And Ellen's daughter Jo.
Another crisis here and past,
And here and gone again.
But still the brothers carry on,
The small lost boys now men.
But now the fight is over,
The heroes' now can rest.
All to soon they'll wake again
Doing what they do best.
But victory come with prices
And this one's much too steep.
For while Sam is outside weeping,
Dean lies in eternal sleep.
The mark of Cain upon his arm,
The first blade in his hand.
An angel grieves in heaven,
A demon has a plan.
But this story is not yet over,
The soldier is not done,
The music in the silence says
Carry On My Wayward Son.