Lycanthropic Liberation (2)


Her grand-dame, years before,
Had warned her: Never look
Inside that black-bound book
Of German, legend-whispered lore!

She opens it today
Her husband wonders why&
Until he hears the cry
So bestial, weird and far away.

And now he lives alone,
His health is dimming fast.
But hark! He chills aghast
To hear that distant, female& moan.
04-05-83

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