Read: The Werewolf Epic

The Addition:

The wolf is breathing low in monstrous sleep;
its appetite, a moment satisfied,
relieves to sin’s groggy slumber. So low
it lies while still is heard the weeping cries
of dear Red Riding Hood; It stretches out,
unconscious of the vengeance high above:
In the dark cottage sneaks the cavalier
spirited man. The hunter, with his knife,
silent upon the floorboards treks into
the oft sought domicile. The foul sanctum,
long hidden from vengeful farmers, mourning
lovers, and haughty youths, discovered by
an one whose honest heart never bethought
of such glorious quests, the sepulcher
of the dread beast becomes. So gutting knife,
its sharpened blade, the very tip touches
the bloated belly of the gorged monster.
Parting the bristling fur, the hunter dares
to cut: The steel sneaks in under the ribs
and draws a long red line down to the groin.