1 June 2012
Twilight or not to twilight that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to watch or not
The vampires and werewolves of Forks, America.
to take sides in a sea of decision.
And by fight destroy them?
To die, to love
No life and by a bite we end
The heart-ache and the thousand unnatural stakes
That flesh is bitten through 'tis a exsanguination
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream of a sequel ay, there's the rub; not even a prequel.
For in that sleep of undeath what visions may come
When we have soard off this mortal coil,
Must give us freeze-frame,
there's the lautner
That makes desire of so long life;
For who would bear the blood and guts of the midnight sun,
The blood suckers wrong, the proud man's dog
The fangs of despised love, the law's unnatural
The insolence of sam and the rejection of jacob
That patient love of the unworthy outakes
When Edward himself might make the breaking dawn
With a rare hair clip who would bear no burden,
To grunt and sweat under a ill, weary life,
But that is not the dread of something after death,
The undiscover'd life from those who have a goal
No humans return, it puzzles the vampire
And makes us rather bear those wolves we have
Than fly to humans that know not of us.
This conscience does make cowards of us all;
And this the native colour of resolution
Is ill over with the shadow vision,
And enterprises of extreme bitterness and injustice
With this regard the present goes wrong
And lose the name of romance - Vampires you now!
The fair Bella human with the vampires
Be all the werewolves remembered!
Twilight- To Be Or Not To Be • Opuss № I