16 March 2013
The wind howling, wanting more,
The wind howling, at your door,
The rain pelts, on the ground
The rain pelts, disguising the sound
The blood shed, bleed now bleed
The blood shed, you've planted the seed
You've bitten already, her neck has bite marks
You've bitten already, in the dark
The wait begins, until she is one of you
The wait begins, until she's a vampire too
Her Change • Opuss № I