This is a weird little poem I decided on writing, tying in with my other Twilight fanfic, 'The Island of Tears.' If you're confused, then I guess you'll just have to read both. Blatant advertising ? Oh hell yes. But there we are.
Stephanie Mayer owns Twilight.
I've seen death a hundred times.
It walks with fluid grace, and smiles,
Knowing its power, felling its prey,
Failure but a memory in its mind.
Too strong, too quick for human eyes.
A whirl of teeth and hands.
It comes at you with crimson eyes,
It the guise of man, pale and cold.
Its steps are naught but fleeting whispers,
Ageless, never growing old.
It never stops, it never sleeps.
And never satisfies its own demands.
I work with death, for death itself
Has loved and lost, and sworn revenge.
No sickle, but Edens flaming sword
Is being weilded in its grasp.
Death's the better friend, I know,
Death comes in many forms.
I've slain death a hundred times
Or more, and every single time
Its always cried and wondered 'How ?'
Before the truth sweeps into mind.
That there are things that follow death.
Things it's never seen.
For in that sleep, purchance to dream.
There's the rub- you'll dream of me.
The story that this ties in with can be found here- .net/s/5772695/1/The_Island_of_Tears
Thanks guys.
P.s. Please tell me if I happen to have plagurised anything. I try not to, but if I have by accident, don't hesitate to notify me.