Lycanthrope

The river runs red
With the essence of life
Dripping dully, down the drain

In the violent throws
Of her life force gone
She speaks her final word

‘Help’ she howls
But only fiery scowls
Are directed at her form

Towering Tall
Above her corpse
The ravenous wolf descends

It begins its feast
On her snow white flesh,
An offering to a god.

And as quick as a flash
He moves off again
Another victim for him to maim.