Like most things I do, this one has a bit of a story behind it. If you like this, thank my English teacher, who will be known here as Mrs. D.
We were doing Emily Dickinson. (And as everyone knows, she is a poet. So yes. We were all having a blast. Not.) But then it came time to do a project, and what was that project? We were writing parodies of our dear friend Em-D's work. The only thing was that it had to be 16 lines and sorta resemble one of her poems. No sweat. If the poem's 12 lines (like this one used to be), then just add a stanza.
It was a group project, and the first day I was bored during math so I finished ours. It was a dumb poem about my cat, Socks. (Socks is named so due to the events described in the parody. PM me if you want to read it.)
The next day, I was listening to the people in the two groups next to us. They had no idea where to begin. "This is a thing with this, this is a thing with that," they kept saying, trying to find the perfect parody.
Then I blurt out, "Love is a thing that sparkles."
They said no, no way would they write that. But, being bored, thanks to having finished our poem already, I decided I'd do it just to prove that I could. And I did.
And, in stories you'll hear in the next four chapters, this turned into a project of mine. And that project became known as The Five People that Love Bella.
So, here's Edward's poem, a poem about the gorgeous Twilight vampire in the style of Em-D. This is the first poem of the five that I wrote. Everyone who read it liked it (including my Twilight-phobe friends). I even had some of them suggest that I turn these five poems into Stephenie Meyer herself. (Not gonna happen. Well, unless reviewers advise me to do the same.)
Oh, I own none of Twilight. None. As much as I wish I did.
So, here's the first chapter of "The Five People that Love Bella". I hope you like. And review, please. It's my first Twilight-fic., so it'd be much appreciated.
Love is a Thing that Sparkles
And doesn't have a Soul
It hums a Song that's just for you –
And never – stops at all –
And sweetest is its Velvet voice –
When it Whispers – just for you –
You know – that if you had a choice
That you'd be like that –t oo
Its eyes are Black – like darkest Coal –
The next day – Tawny – Light –
Cold Marble skin – that's Pale White –
Your Greek God in the night
Though it Sparkles in the Sunlight –
And it wants to Drink your Blood –
Something just feels so – right –
It's impossible – not – to love!
- Kuramastrass -