Twilight

Twilight raped me,
Says Literature's Good Name,
As authors of old turns in their grave,
As authors of present weeps tears of shame.

Ghosts of Austen, the Brontes, and many more,
Mourn the publishing of this god awful drivel,
Inspiring authors have new hopes to be published,
Even if their plot is dry and shrivelled.

In the literature world, vampires protest,
For this Cullen dude is shaming their kind,
Vlad the Impaler claims vamps do not sparkle,
Because blood, brain and gut do not shine.

Rochester and Darcy cry indignantly,
Their good names smeared by it,
Jane Eyre has worked for her independence,
Bella Swan is still a bedazzled twit.

What could have gone wrong? ask the public,
There are vampires and an author's wet dream.
Well, SMeyer is what went wrong,
Despite all the crazy fangirls' scream.

Twilight left me for dead, sighs Literature,
As all the libraries in the world buckle,
This is how the world ends, says T. S. Eliot,
Not with a bang, but with a sparkle.