He Watches
By MiQuerida 8142
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, setting, plot, ect. belong to Stephenie Meyer, I'm just borrowing them. No money is being made from this work.
Description: Ever wonder where Kaure's (the woman from Isle Esme's cleaning crew) superstitions came from? A short poem based on the "Libishomen" legends and the Amazon vampire Joham.
He Watches
He watches with hungry eyes.
Night and day; he's there.
To follow into a darkness,
now he'll lead you here.
If you thought truth would save you,
well once again you're wrong.
It wont be truth, just a silly lie
to take you from your home.
In the forest, black as death,
don't go in, he's waiting.
Waiting with his evil smile,
waiting for a century.
If you believe in magic,
Then take my word, it's here.
Hiding in the darkness.
Hiding in it's layer.
A/N: This is my first attempt at "poetry", and I don't even know if this passes for it. If you have any pointers please tell me in a review and I'll try to make this better. Oh, and a big thank you to everyone who reviewed my story "Vulnerable" you made my day. Peace out- MiQuerida 8142
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