He Watches

By MiQuerida 8142

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, setting, plot, ect. belong to Stephenie Meyer, I'm just borrowing them. No money is being made from this work.

Description: Ever wonder where Kaure's (the woman from Isle Esme's cleaning crew) superstitions came from? A short poem based on the "Libishomen" legends and the Amazon vampire Joham.

He Watches

He watches with hungry eyes.

Night and day; he's there.

To follow into a darkness,

now he'll lead you here.

If you thought truth would save you,

well once again you're wrong.

It wont be truth, just a silly lie

to take you from your home.

In the forest, black as death,

don't go in, he's waiting.

Waiting with his evil smile,

waiting for a century.

If you believe in magic,

Then take my word, it's here.

Hiding in the darkness.

Hiding in it's layer.

A/N: This is my first attempt at "poetry", and I don't even know if this passes for it. If you have any pointers please tell me in a review and I'll try to make this better. Oh, and a big thank you to everyone who reviewed my story "Vulnerable" you made my day. Peace out- MiQuerida 8142

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