I was required to take a poetry class. Poetry is not something I'm fond of. As we had to write our own poems, I decided to make it a little more bearable by writing one about Dean. It's in the Villanelle style. Every attempt to separate the stanzas was shot down by the document manager, so...sorry?

.45mm, An Ode to Dean

Though I'm a hero, I live a life of crime,

Have no fear child, it will be alright;

I'm daddy's little soldier, I'm killing all the time.

In this world of sin, I am the prime.

I'm here to kill what goes bump in the night,

Though I'm a hero, I live a life of crime.

I saw the answer, but just a stime.

Just go away if you're going to spite.

I'm daddy's little soldier, I'm killing all the time.

And over the gate of iron I climb,

I wander through the yard, the pine box I ignite.

Though I'm a hero, I live a life of crime.

I hear the bell at two o' clock chime.

Standing over the grave, the fire burns so bright.

I'm daddy's little soldier, I'm killing all the time.

I return to my bed, covered in grime.

Everything is fine now, turn off the light.

Though I'm a hero, I live a life of crime.

I'm daddy's little soldier, I'm killing all the time.