Check out Open Link Night on dVerse. I proffered my unfinished epic, of which you may read tonight’s addition below, or follow the link to peruse the whole work.

Read: The Werewolf Epic

The Addition:

Woodsman, she knew no other name for me,
wouldst thou inform your slave unto what path
she best prepares her way when through the woods
alone into the night she journey’s home?

Replied anon: Wouldst thou, dear girl,
never my woods to travel so. Therein
no want of starving beasts might seek a taste
of you, and so bloody your crimson cloak;
the stains unseen, for in this grand, wide world
how should such a predation then stand out
against the ceaseless streams of red. She Thus:

Washing, in river stream, or barrel pool,
cleaning would evidence my fall, where’t so.
For this, dyed red by expert hand, my hood
and cape lose not its blush though soaked and dried.
Yet, if the earth possess such craft in hands,
should not the hands above greater which all
this formed? So if this weave with blood is stained,
then when water is run through it, thereof
the streams would taintment show. Cleaning,
it mixes with the dirt, and would run red.
Water and blood pouring would bear witness.