Silver Crescents
Disclaimer: I don't own Breaking Dawn.
[A/N: This is a poem about the first time Vampire Bella sets eyes upon Jasper's scars.]
A silver crescent,
Another one,
More of them,
Many more,
He was covered in the bite marks,
The venom scars,
What had happened?
Why was he patterned?
He had been in battle,
And received the wounds,
He had killed the enemy,
Every time,
He was a good fighter,
A danger,
But I wasn't scared,
I knew him,
My new brother,
Jasper.
[ I suck at writing poem's, it's a well known fact.
So ladies and gentleman, I give you my attempt at the worst poem ever.
Thank-you, Thank-you. Review? Don't bother.]