Spike's Poem Anthology to Twilight

by Zephyr Spark

I Should Have Died

I died.
In my egg, I died.
My heart stopped beating a long time ago.

My egg wasn’t supposed to live.
No magic could undo death.
But hers did.

She brought me to life when I had died.
Her magic burst turned my death into a sleep I woke up from.
Twilight brought me life.

What do you call the one who restores life where death should reign?
Defiler?
What do you call the one who made your heart beat again?
Doctor?
What do you call the one who brings you into the world?
Mother?
What do you call the one who gives the once dead a place in her heart?
Protector? Sister? Friend?

I died until the moment I met Twilight.
Then, I began to live real life.