Forks

A simple poem about the very real town of Forks, with some very fictional characters...

'Tis the place
Where you shall meet
Vampires to frolic
And werewolves to greet

But beware
Their secret is quite discreet
If you tell
Their bite wont be a treat

Forests covered
With every kind of tree
Many tell cliffs
Overlooking the sea

So come my friend
And you shall see
The magical wonderland
This place can be

The Creatures here
May be nice
But their enemies hearts
Are as cold as ice

Their foes come to visit
Every once and a while
To kill and murder
Without a smile

Do not be frightened
By what I reveal
I'll tell you what-
Let's make a deal

Forget what I said
And think what you may
Vampires don't exist...
Or do they?