Bedtime Poem


Here's a story you may not know:

Listen well, now don't be slow.

There's a black horse in the night,

Bringing brothers to a fight.

Their rewards are far and few,

This is not a life for you.

Dank motel rooms, well-worn beds,

Aging pillows for weary heads.

Scars and bruises, broken bones,

Stitch a wound without a moan.

Wordlessly they carry on,

Two brothers and two wayward sons.

This has been their cross to bear,

They will fight so we don't fear.

Children, don't listen to your folks,

There are monsters, demons, ghosts.

So next time you think you hear a sound,

Pray that there's a Winchester around.