This piece is used in its entirety at the beginning of Quasarmoon, the 5th in my line of science fiction stories.

Irish Prayer Against The Wolf-beast

After sunset whence comes dark Nyx
and up comes grey rabbit-of-the-moon
Silvered light rippling on the Styx
The waking of the night-beast soon

Utburds fear its wavering howl
Its cry turns sprites to stone
Silent as the Blodeuwedd owl
Claws sharpened from the hone

The transformation now begins
The pain is much too great
There can never be repent for sins
Its fangs are bared in hate

If we are cursed, oh please Patrick
take silver and do shoot us
If not, my Saint, then do protect
because we fear the Lupus.
—EDD