Okay so I wrote this poem for a poetry slam. It's about the Cullens and their eyes/lifestyle. Hope you enjoy.

"The Changing Eyes"

The Changing Eyes,
From gold to pitch black.
Hunger rises from deep inside.
Control rises and releases.

From gold to pitch black,
The dark night isn't scared of the beast.
Control rises and releases.
The cool marble skin doesn't flush.

The dark night isn't scared of the beast.
Hunting shall be the priority.
The cool marble skin doesn't flush
Releasing a mystery.

Hunting shall be the priority.
Smell is the key.
Releasing a mystery.
Causing Emotions to be unknown.

Smell is the key.
Hunger rises from deep inside,
Causing emotions to be unknown.
The Changing Eyes