A/N The poem is about the end of the movie Van Helsing. Please RR Van Helsing is not mine.

One toll from a single bell.

Can make your life a living hell.

Still your light races forward.

It's you she is racing toward.

"Twelve!" She calls not a moment to soon.

It is she who will lift the curse of the moon.

A shriek cuts through the night.

A friend lies dead after the final fight.

Cold, glassy eyes look out at you.

Those eyes seem to say 'what did you do?'