Born of the full moon, on the first of the year,

A young faerie will be born, to some a hero, others fear.

Of the great faerie race she will be the last born child,

With four powers to harbor, culminate, use, and beguile.

Vampires named Volturi will destroy her only home

And she will be the last faerie, forsaken and alone.

Chased by a small evil, she shall conquer her foe,

But her destiny's just began, and her great tale of woe.

Love is found in the enemy, a vampire turned good,

A heart will be broken, by what her eyes misunderstood.

Her heart will be mended, and strong enough to bear,

The burden set upon her, that is hers alone to share.

Gathering creatures of myth, both enemies and friends,

Together they fight, to bring evil to an end.

The Volturi will fight, but will fall by her hand,

World's both mythical and mortal, fall under her command.

Most powerful on earth, and selfless that she may be,

She refuses this title and chooses to live peacefully.

But be warned, brave girl, if you are to fail,

The world as we know it, would cease to prevail.

Keep hope in your hearts, that is given from above,

And always remember your greatest weapon, shall be love.