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At the end of class on Wednesday, Professor McCoy encouraged us to write a poem in the style of Hamlets soliloquy. I had fun with it , and was inspired to write another one. I decide to use "the wolfman". In the style of Timothy McCoy. Our weekend was over,Sunday night had come. The work week stood to interrupt us again, she to her classes, and I to my cement mixer. The late hour, and the long walk home compelled me to go with her. I was hammered by flu, but I knew. The city void of static, lusting for blood, was not to be trusted with my treasure. An hour to walk, every step more tolling than the last. Her hand in mine makes it all right. The time flies by, as we walk, my love and I. Shared thoughts about the soulless shells we pass. Shared thoughts about the future. An hours walk later, staggered by the temperature, She gives me water to quench my thirst, a pill for the fever, and a kiss that made me a believer. Safely home are you, and nowI return to mine, until weeks end, my love. As I walk away from her, waving, I turn around and to see the devil, staring right at me. He spews hate from his mouth, he wants my blood. what a time to face death, I can hardly walk. No talking to the devil, look at his red eyes. He smiles with an open mouth and shows me his tooth,shiny and steel, frozen,with fear is all I feel. Devil bites me,She screams. Im stunned, time seemed to slow to a stop. I feel her hand touch my arm, In her touch I feel her love, I am blessed. Renewed by her touch, I reel. My blessed fist, against the devils steel. We crash into each other, caution to the wind. Each one of my punches, answered with a bite. He is the one on the floor, I dont want him to get up, I should give him some more. I am the devil now, smashing hic face under my heel. he sounded like he was snoring,as I softened his skull. He might have been asking for mercy, as he layed in that place. With blood pouring from his ass and his face. My lady is safe,the devil is dead. I am bitten and bleeding, but I will heal over time. Im alive, I won, but I can still see him there in the back of my mind, with his red eyes, his slack jawed smile, and his shiny tooth. He wants my blood!