Read: The Werewolf Epic

The Addition:

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
named for; 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, her forlorn tears are shed amid
the overwhelming darkness found, knowing
herself destroyed, betrayed by her grandma.

Invocation II

Unto crude art please condescend, Spirit
of truth, that we may see how moves justice,
how even in utter defeat a hope
from thy being eternal yet might spring.
Or am I wrong to think that even in
a pit as dark as Hell You mayst be found,
for there the innocent now makes her bed?
Ravaged, her stains and punishment belong
unto that wolf, who satisfied at his
unconscionable villainy now rests
upon the very bed and crimson cloak—
a shameless grin cov’ring his panting snout.