I wanted to try and write a poem about how Edward would feel if Bella died giving birth to Renesmee. So here it is.
Her heart faltered and she slipped into a world of forever darkness.
What was I supposed to do?
My love.
My Bella.
Her body lay in my fathers office cold, white and unmoving.
A layer of blood and sweat was smeard across her face.
Her life wasn't meant to be like this.
It was supposed to be spent with me.
She could have stayed with me if I hadn't been so stubborn and wouldn't let her become one of us.
I would have lost seeing her blush either way.
But this way I couldn't see her again.
I had to do something about this.
Her murderer was down stairs enjoying life.
One life for another.
I was a muderer also.
I didn't take her life for granted,
But I destroyed it for my own pleasure.
I could get rid of my problems by getting rid of my life.
A life without Bella was nothing.
A life with that monster would be unbearable.
Fire.
That was all I saw.
A taker of life,
the feeling of Bella's embrace,
the hatred I felt towards myself and the other muderer.
Fire described everything.
Life, Love , Death.
What was a world without fire.
Nothing.
Like with a tree.
Fire destroys one.
But gives birth to another.
Like a mountain ash tree.
Like my one love.
My Bella.
Her waist long hair,
Her chocolate brown eyes
Her clumsiness,
Her lovely warmth,
Even a simple blush.
Bella's purity.
Her love of life and Family.
And Me.
Lost.
Forever.
No one could comfort me in this state.
Not even Jaspers strenghth.
Not even my loving mother and father.
I began to envy the dead.
I began to envy James.
At least when he was alive his life had meaning.
He had a mission.
He died trying to do it.
That is the way that I should die.
But it is impossible.
Death was cruel.
Life was harder.
I hope that you enjoyed my poem. Please review and tell me if you liked it or you didn't!
X o x o Ebb