Poem -
Wrought Iron
Like a wrought iron gate,
screaming in the wind,
I have wrought destruction,
and left a gate open,
for all demons to slip.
And although I try to close it,
restore it with oil and salvation,
it continues screaming,
my pain never ceasing.
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If Sam Winchester wrote poetry! ;) Loved this, great poem!
oh i love supernatural too ! totally didn't do that purposely but i must say i like this one better now that there's a sam winchester parallel ! thank you !
That's awesome! I thought no one would know what I was talking about. The part "And left a gate open, for all demons to slip." really reminded me of Supernatural.
oh i know right! and it's like supernatural has infiltrated my subconscious or something. it reminds me of sam's rocky relationship with dean in a way (also the like actual opening of hells gate)