Read: The Werewolf Epic

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Then with a sudden twist, the hybrid face
of man and beast—the two not mixing well,
but one over the other pulled as if
ill fitted mask—upon the brush its gaze
then falls, our hero’s hideaway its eyes,
two yellow glowing spheres, descends over.
Again, the werewolf sniffs, and bearing fangs
its snarling maw soon drips long drops of drool.
A forepaw reaches to the ground, and as
well suit’d to stand on two, the monster comes
to four. So crawling towards the hunter’s spot,
that devil sticks its nose in the bramble
cover, its long dread snout bumping the deer’s
gutted carcass. Grabbing the meat in its
curved fangs, it bears away its meal. Dragging
the flesh into the small clearing, it walks
up to the hut, and with its hand-like paw
uplifts the wooden latch, op’ning the door.