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Shakespeare Sonnet XVIII: Twilight Vampires
Shall I compare thee to a Twilight brute?
Thou art more alluring and far too cute.
Thy skin like marble quarried from Carrara's mines,
Stands an Augustan temple of flawless white.
Thy complexion like gems sparkle in heaven's vault
When fair sun rises and bids adieu to Stygian night.
Thy teeth, like Wolverine's talons, lie hidden
Until primed to pierce their prey.
(OMG, you'd be one badass X-Men
If only you could work by day).
Thy eyes turn crimson like the devil's cock,
When upon human blood ye feast.
Who can turn their gaze from thee,
Not I, nor king, nor priest.
So long as mortals can breathe or Children of the Moon can see,
Take my love, my freshest blood, which bequeaths immortal life to thee.
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