on the midnight veranda
(darkness hangs in clusters off the cherry-blossom tree, as he sits beside the window and he thinks)
I think that you'll find
In the silent agreement
That nobody signed
There's a law against love
When your heart is confined
So it's back on the bus
To a place to unwind
Where you can be blind
And no one will poke you
Or leave you behind
When they see all your scars
That serve to remind
Of mankind defined
In a shady back-alley
With blood ties to bind
A terrible offer
Politely declined
Nought but demons to mind
If you live or you die
The angels don't care
For your presence of mind
Nor fates intertwined
So you feel disinclined
To want to stay sober
Or walk in straight lines
As you stumble through life
The way it's designed
To throw wreck back in kind
At those who deserve it
And those who resigned
What's with the angsty poetry lately? Who knows... Anyway! My idea of the story of everyone's favourite werewolf... (and no, Huffie, if you ever get round to reading this, that is not me admitting defeat and conceding that Remus is, in any way, sexy!) So, what say you guys to the spazzy rhyme-scheme?
Oh, and don't forget: REVIEW, my lovelies! Your opinion matters to me. )