I apologize, as this is a bit shorter, and more incomplete, than what I usually  add.

Read: The Werewolf Epic

The beast thus mocked: All better more to eat
you with! And here forcing her lips to his
planted love’s forgeries, as like in form
to passion ordinate; thus animals
and man with motions similar make love,
yet man without consent degrades beneath
this dumb mating. So in the rising tide
of his hunger, the ravisher unveils.
Out of your skin he swiftly comes, throwing
away disguise as if you were bursting
wineskin, and he your spilling blood come forth.
His growing form over the frightened girl
now bends her back against the straw mattress.
The muffled screams into his snout arise,
and finding no escape, resolve themselves
into hopeless silence. He tears away
her crimson covering, the cloak she was
called by; and now, as like a giant grown,
into his mouth he scoops her up between
his teeth. So riding on his tongue she falls.
Thereby your granddaughter descends his throat,
and joining you inside the cavernous
werewolf,