Black as night the crow was sat

At the top of the chapel he cawed and cawed

She came running down the gravel her heels were pounding on the floor

The fog was heavy all swirling around

The wind howled loudly echoing sound

She hid in the chapel which was covered in dust

To pray to a god she never believed

She held a rosary tight in her hand

So tightly indeed she bled her hand

The blood ran down the beads so slowly

As red as a rose but even more deadly

She cried and cried but reality hits

When realising it was a vampire who bit

She felt her neck and true was this

She felt two wounds which matched his teeth

Time was coming she knew was truth

Fangs would grow.. on poor amelie

She touched her teeth, their already here

They kicked the doors in to catch her there

They screamed at her to hit the ground

She launched at them without at sound

The blood that was lost was not wasted

As poor amelie was not so masted

She drank it up all of it.

She left the chapel to hear the cries of the crows