Read: The Werewolf Epic

The Addition:

Falling upon the wild woods, deep Night
relieves her daughter called Twilight; the Sun,
to his slumb’ring abode from heaven treks.
So now in hunter’s garb the moon reveals
her lesser majesty, penultimate
of the celestial lights; her period
in the climax of her nocturnal pow’rs,
the sky illuminates so that one cloud
—which like thin silk displays covered beauty—
encircles her in diamond rainbow’d rings.
Her naked light enwrapped, her glory grows.
The stars all dim, bowing to honor her,
their high assembly’s queen; the light’s no less,
for she shines all the more in her fullness.