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The Werewolf Epic

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His strong arm lifted her out of the muck,
and standing to his feet stood her on hers.
She clasped him in a dear embrace, dripping
with putrid bile. His arms encircled her.
They stood holding each other close until
in unison they felt their hearts beating,
and pressed together joining soul to soul.
The job was not yet done, and stronger beats
two hearts than one. Their moment passed, and she,
with subtle frown did turn from his embrace.
She then proffered with tears remorseful words:

It’s dangerous to us if it awakes,
for it lays claim to me and all it takes.
Here now I see its form better this night
exposed then when just yesterday it was
in shadowed berry bush grown by the road.
Its voice at first I feared while I gathered
the wild fruit, but softly on it spoke,
beguiling with viper’s poisoned tongue.
I feared but listened still. O woe was I,
for it suggested then that I should leave
the pave-d road built by good men and steal
some worthless dandies called roses. I left,
for grandmother I told myself, and lost
daylight thereby. If only I had been—

But here he stopped her words with his own voice:
Listen O troubled girl: You’re not to blame
for what this wolf has done. You’re a victim
and need not make apologies for fruit
or flower picked. On that head comes judgement,
for I must stab its heart and take its life.

And Spirit led unto this point, whose hand
hidden he knew, and trusting then not flesh
which feared did trust that unseen Ghost. Unto
the wolf anew he went. Headfirst leaping,
he dived into its darkened guts. Into
the pit he went to fin’ly kill the beast.