I wrote another poem based on 'the nougat flood' (a scene from a RP I was in) which has been written by me on the Supernatural Amino. Also, this is most definitely the longest poem I've written up to date lol

Attempted style ~ Ballad

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Behold, the nougat hath come!

There once was a little Nephilim,
Who was the child of angels and men,
He lived with those who were American,
in a hidden Bunker that was much like a den.

The young Nephilim did not had many friends,
So he wanted to make some new,
Yet he didn't knew he later had to make amends,
In the end, they all had to start anew.

He tried to become friends with a demon,
Yet she declined his offer of nougat,
The Nougat did not got eaten,
The demon would rather have a nugget!

So he tried to befriend the Archangels,
They liked his nougat and he was happy,
Yet there comes a price at befriending angels,
For the demon got quite snappy.

She tried the nougat, disliked it and put it away,
Which angered the child of angels and men,
They could not keep his rage at bay!
His powers activated, multiplied by ten.

The Nougat appeared literally everywhere,
On every available surface and more,
For everyone, it was too much to bear,
That day, there was quite the uproar!

The Nougat installed fear in even the Devil,
The other angels were shrieking and terrified,
The child was the only one who felt revel,
Between them, there had never been a greater divide.

They all tried to escape from the flood,
The flood of nougat was upon them,
Yet, even at the end, there was not any blood,
Overwhelmed, all of them fell on their bum.

They sat in their own fears and tears,
Believing it would never come to an end,
While from the Nephilim came only cheers,
Yet scaring them, was never his intend.

Then something happened,
And the nougat vanished,
Which was not supposed to happen,
The child felt like he got banished.

Even when it had ended, they could not move,
They could cross 'strangled by Nougat' off their bucket list,
At the Nephilim, they disapproved,
Yet the child would persist.

The demon had fled back to Hell,
Refusing to witness any more horrors,
In a hurry she went, nothing but a former shell,
As she escaped the nougat terrors.

The angels shook the nougat out of their wings,
Their bodies still shaking from the day's events,
Pulled apart like some sad broken strings,
There were too many enchantments.

And the Nephilim? He was very happy,
Not sure how it happened, it was a great idea,
To the child of angels and men, it felt rather classy,
And now there was more nougat he needed.

~Luci