#theme: moose

They call him Morning Star

He brings the light,

Might Darkness vanquished fall

Beneath his might?

Should you unleash the Beast

You’ll feel his rage

When Lucifer rides Sam

So bitchily, so readily

The smoke spills from my eyes,

So prettily, so evilly

It’s born of all my lies.

So whorishly, backstabbily

You lured me to my death,

Instead you pout unhappily

Until your dying breath.

And I could kill you snappily,

So easily, so dead,

With your floppy hair

And your penchant for drama

Resolution, resolute, I resolve to be

Dapper, droll, and debonaire,

Evil little me.

Resolution number one:

Must un-Dean for good.

He's un-demoned and undone

All is as it should.

Resolution number two:

Cease this crush on Moose.

He's too tall to even kiss,

Really, it's no use.

Resolution number three:

De-obsess with Cas.

Must no longer give him Grace,

Only give him sass.

Resolution number four:

Keep an eye on Mum!

Be unmoved by her sly ways,

Resolutely glum.

Resolution, resolute, I resolve to be,

The most Hellish King of Hell

I started with the angel,

His eyes all clear and blue,

I thought Cas could be honest,

I thought he would stay true.

But no!  That shit betrayed me,

And broke my heart in half,

Went back to Moose and Squirrel,

And all they did was laugh.

So then I stole his boyfriend,

And made Dean's eyes go black,

We had great times together,

I felt quite back on track.

I thought he would complete me,

I thought we could be friends,

But Daddy should have known how

This Winchester-love ends.

You ask - where does that leave me?

What else is left to lose?

The answer that is clearest 

Of feelings veritable flood

Unleashed by pizza, sex, and blood,

Undone and tied up in a noose,

By weasely Squirrel and stabby Moose.

Were I not King upon the Hill,

And of my pleasures had no fill,

I would have cut those wankers loose,

Doomed!

Our love is doomed!

Like Rick and Ilsa:

You and I, Moose,

We stand upon the parapet of good-bye,

The plane is taking off and you go with it,

To tend to your ill husband, while I stay,

And gaily bow to witty repartee,

As you take off.

Then farewell, Ilsa!

You're so magnificent.

That hair, so shiny, so long,

Could weave ropes out of it.

Your arms, so powerful, like wings,

No wonder an angel wanted to live in you.

No wonder Lucifer wanted you for his vessel;

Hell, what's good enough for him is double great for Daddy.

I've been inside you too.

It was a snug fit, but I left.