Holy Crypt

A flutter here
A swish there
A maddened and crazed
crimson glare
Shiny white fangs
Protruding like knives
Searching for
Neglected wives
A river of blood
flowing down a paled neck
Some husband screaming
"What the heck?"
Hissing and snarling
A fearsome sight
And the intruder slinks off
Into the night.