This idea just came to me on a whim and I thought that I should write this. After all, Carlisle doesn't get the praise he deserves. Think about it: without him, there would be no "Twilight" (or Edward for that matter). So, enjoy. :D
(This is a Shakesperean sonnet, 14 lines and the rhyme scheme is: ABABCDCDEFEFGG)
[Recommended song while reading: "37 Stitches" -Artist: Drowning Pool]
Dr. Carlisle Cullen
Born in England back in the decade of sixteen,
My father was a priest,
I hunted vampires as a teen,
Until I became one of the beasts.
My skin was pale and cold,
My blue eyes had become red,
As years went on I never got old,
Not needing sleep I had no use for a bed.
After years of practice and control,
I devoted myself to medicine,
Until the wave of Spanish influenza took toll,
and I met him.
Edward was a first companion and son to me,
He stood by my side as we created our family.
Sorry if it was horrible- this was hard to write. :P
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