Five Sentence Fiction - Ending

This prompt brought to mind a demented sonnet I wrote several years ago, which coincidentally consists of exactly five sentences.

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CELIBATE FATE

For four more weeks she keeps her innocence --

Mere carnal yearning since she was beguiled

Into wedlock with Selene's child

And his twenty-seven days of impotence.

The moon's once-in-a-cycle minstrel song

Called him out to last night's bloody rending,

Announced his victim's grim and grisly ending,

Siren to his lunatic Wulfsarkergang.

A shimmering crystal moonbeam, cold and clear,

Illuminates what never was but always were.

Its gray light casts the sacrifice's setting,

But her blood never flows at his blood-letting.

Her celibate fate follows Nature's whim:

The moon, not she, brings out the beast in him.

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I just love the word Wulfsarkergang.  If memory serves correctly, I first found it in Roger Zelazny's novel, A Night in the Lonesome October.  It's the lupine cognate to berserkrgang, the legendary trance-like state of certain bear-shirt clad ancient Norse warriors, which gives us the modern word "berserk."

In this context, Wulfsarkergang is the insatiable predator state of the werewolf - a blood-crazed man in wolf's clothing.