Edward Cullen the most alluring creation from the tip of Stephanie Meyer’s pen has taken all the young fluttering hearts in a romantic flurry throughout the world. It all started with Edward and his amazingly gifted clan of Vampires that have allowed the world to look at the dark and dangerous creatures through a incontrovertibly positive perspective. Although they are dark and dangerous creatures, Vampires no longer are mindless blood suckers with downright evil motives. Not only did Edward sweep Bella off her feet, he has swept millions of Bellas across the world who are still obsessing on the mania catapulted by him. Edward is dear not just to the teenage demographic but also to both young and older mums. This one is exclusively for Edward, my acclamation for him is found in the hour of his extreme pathos.
This poem is dedicated to my favourite part in New Moon when Edward Cullen is misinformed about Bella’s death and he makes his way to Italy to meet his doom. The merciless Volturi is the only weapon he can use to destruct himself. His mind is a tumultuous place raging with questions, guilt, remorse but above all darkness. Here is an insight into Edward’s despondency, his art of languishing.
The art of languishing
Its black, its thick , a hole so deep,
Seeping carefully away,
There is but no beat in the heart,
yet it hurts, it tugs, it draws,
Eyes are but a pair of dark pits,
Drip drip drip and it drops, it leaks,
Seeping out through the pores of the skin,