The Werewolf and The Maiden

On a murky night so foul,

A hungry werewolf did slowly prowl,

On the hunt for virgin flesh,

So pink, and succulent, and oh so fresh...

Oh, hungry werewolf with eyes fixated,

Crept, and searched, and scouted, and waited...

Sniffing the air with ravenous glee,

Exclaiming "Is there anything out there to eat for me?"

Not long passed, and he did stumble across a clearing,

Where a fair maiden sat, and fearing,

That she would run away,

He crept into the shadows all gloomy and grey,

As he sat and watched The Maiden poised upon a log so gnarled,

He licked his lips, salivating, and gave an involuntary snarl...

The Maiden turned and with a smile,

Said: "Have you been there a while?"

"Please don't lurk, I won't bite"

The Werewolf laughed and said "I'm sure you're right"...

The Maiden beckoned for him to come and sit,

And entertain her for a bit,

The Werewolf sat and caught her heady scent,

And knew at once that this would be time well spent...

And The Werewolf said:

"Oh Maiden, who is so bonnie and fair,

May I please come closer still and brush your raven hair?"

And The Maiden said:

"Oh Werewolf who is so gallant and bold",

As she unpinned her long hair, and let it unfold,

"You can of course brush my hair,

And do much more, if you so dare"

As The Werewolf began to methodically brush,

Making sure not to rush,

His mind wandered through all the things that he could do,

With this maiden, fair and true

His brush strokes soothed her, and with a sigh,

She looked him right in the eye,

Melancholy stamped upon her face,

As she stared, her eyes full of grace,

Pensive and timid she did ask,

Whether he would be prepared to fulfil a task...

The Werewolf nodded, as she beckoned him close,

Whispering to him what she desired the most...

The Werewolf's eyes grew big and bright,

As the potential for eating became certain this night,

The Maiden opened her legs so wide,

And let The Werewolf deep inside

The Werewolf was greedy and wanted every drop,

The Maiden grew wetter, and moaned "please don't stop..."

The Werewolf's tongue lapped ever quicker,

The Maiden gasping, and getting slicker,

Pushing The Werewolf's head in tight,

The Werewolf devoured her, there was no need to fight...

But before he could even finish,

The maiden stood, and with a grimace,

Tore apart her flowing gown,

The Werewolf's grin changing to a frown,

As he saw the knife flashing down too late,

Cutting short this dinner date,

Feeling an intense shooting pain,

As the knife quickly severed his jugular vein

As the world for The Werewolf started to spin,

The blood flowing out onto the earth from within,

The Werewolf collapsed onto the ground,

Never again to make a sound

The Maiden, meanwhile, tore off a chunk of his flesh,

Putting it to her lips and exclaiming "this werewolf is oh so fresh"...