Twilight is not mine. ( I had to write it like this because my mother, said it was not proper English, LOL)

To the lovely readers, who have been putting up with my spelling horrors I thank you from the bottom of my hart. You see my native language is Spanish but I love to speak and write in English. I think it's because lemons sound much better. (IDK, LOL) By the way the Poem at the beginning is a sort of clue about our lovely Deathward's native country. Remember that he was universal or multinational and now... OH, and yes it's an original composition by yours truly!

OK, is everyone ready? Have you gotten your seatbelts on? Here is the begining of our Deathward as a fleshy!

Chapter 22

Oda de la Muerte.

Callado es el momento en el que se despiden.

Alegre es el momento en el que llegan.

Siempre me ha interesado la diferencia entre ambos.

Cuando llego a su lecho, todos quieren que me aleje.

Escucho las plegarias que entonan al gran poderozo,

Para alejar mi visita, y hacer mi trabajo mas dificultoso.

Sus lamentos me enternecen.

Siendo yo una alma dedicada

cuando un envio he de recibir

siempre trato de llegar enperifollada.

Este pueblo donde yo fui a parar

siempre fue muy sabio y devoto

antes de llegar los misioneros

sus creencias me daban gozo

Ahora que ya soy mas vieja

me acerco mas a mis contendientes

se resignan a mi presencia

pero aun algunos me pelan los dientes.

-Mgg-

She was beautiful. Her long wavy hair, and caring brown eyes; had me hypnotized since the moment I open mine.

She held me with such tenderness, and she granted me her love as soon as she touched me. She was loving and lovely.

Her hands where small but strong. Her hart was tender but brave.

He too loved me strongly and cared for me with a fatherly intensity that made me want to return those feeling instantly.

I was perfect for them. I was there one and only.

My pale skin and deep green eyes where inheritance from both. I was truly blessed.

I don't remember clearly, but since I came upon this world, I was loved. The long forgotten feelings of loneliness and the sadness where not part of me anymore.

There love was strong and nurturing, I was now a son of God and the son of Jairo and Melena. A pair of abandoned children who found eachother the love and support they needed.

There family was complete with my very arrival.

He's alive! Yes, he is a human... What do you think? Where do you he was born in?