When I was younger, there was a vampire
his red eyes could see through walls
he had long fangs and ink-black hair
and we locked him up in the hall.

Then I got older, and I didn't believe
in vampires anymore
but I still saw bloodshot eyes
watching me from behind closed doors.

One day he said, "what a pretty thing
you are, and would be for a feast..."

I, the seventh child, born on a Saturday,
instead chose to kill the beast.

This is a note I posted on Facebook. I hope you like it, Twilight Haters and LotR lovers. :) ***************************************************** Before you start reading this note, be forewarned. Twilight fans or girls who have huge crushes on the Twilight "hotties", be prepared to loathe this trilogy of notes and wish they were never written. But can we be completely honest? Maybe it isn't just me.