I hear the call of the night
An urge inside to take flight
My arms have turned into wings
Hearing the wolf as she sings
I echo forwards and then back
Looking for the blood I lack
I see a lady at a bench
What a wholesome looking wench
I walk up from behind
A ready vein I do find
I change into my human form
And bite into her neck so warm
I let go of her shapely hips
Then lick the blood of my lips
I leave her body sitting there
For the wolves nearby to share
By Anne-marie Cockburn