This is my first ever sonnet based on the Twilight series.
The Forbidden Fruit
Look at her, sitting there, so unaware,
As I sit here in pain and stare at her,
Enchanted by both her lips and her blood's snare.
You are my suicide, sweet caller.
Your innocent face fools all except me;
An evil creature made to test my faith.
The call of your blood stings me so deeply.
Have you finally come for me oh wraith?
Then turn my way and give me destiny,
Fall into my arms and give me your blood.
I'm sure this is part of pre-destiny.
Trust me; rush into my arms like a flood.
You are the feeling itself; enrapture
There are no boundaries, my sweet treasure.
Some important definitions:
i Wraith: an apparition of a living person supposed to portend his or her death
ii Predestiny: previous determination as if by destiny or fate