Read: The Werewolf Epic

The Addition:

Now coming to a patch of moonbeam light,
she stands as if examining for the
first time herself—moonlight suiting better
this end than gentle candle flame—and holds
her hands aloft, rotating them before
her face. Next arms she lifts, their subtle flesh
near glowing in the light. Turning her eyes
between the two her whiteness she marvels.
Then clasps herself, her sides she feels, and grabs
at her middle. This ritual watching,
the huntsman slowly frowns. She turns back to
the hut, and steps as if to walk that way,
but then with a grimace she shouts and falls.
Upon the ground she writhes, laying within
the bound’ry of the moonlit stage entered.