I don't own Twilight this is for Caius.
Burn
Blistering burning hot as hell
Oblivion will not treat the well
He will grind your bone to make his bread
He'll drink your blood his finest win
Your cries so loud they wake the dead
The wine like blood a deep burgundy red
His forked tongue flickers for his meal is divine
The fire rumbles and grumbles you've met your demise.