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A\N: lol, I asked my sister who I should write about, and she picked, "the werewolf guy." When I said Lupin, she nodded, tis the inspiration for the poem. Please R&R, they keep me going and I love seeing new feedback!!

I howled and prowled all night long. I screeched at the moon and then heard in the woods, a sweet and lowly song. I thought of my bride and new son at home, thanking God they were safe. I turned and yelled out to the wind how much the scars burned my face. I hated this place, this haven in the woods that was for monsters like me. I turned and saw a bird fly but knew it couldn't see me. See, us werewolves, traders like me, didn't let the others realize, that sometimes when they fly through the sky, that might be their last flight. I tried and tried with all my might to say, "I have to fight!" Fight the urge to start a rampage and to lash out. I couldn't leave this sacred place my Teddy bear would pout. I turned and very loudly twisted and began to shout. I was going back to normal form and getting ready to go home. To my loving wife and beautiful son who would put me on a throne. They always treated me this way, whenever I came from 'hunting.' Teddy even sometimes said he'd like to go with daddy punting. I smiled and sighed hugging my wife and handing her my ragged cloak. Though she deserved more, we still weren't poor, and if I told her she poke me. She'd yell and say I was totally worth it even if I thought I was beast. Never in all my life had my life felt so complete.