Disclaimer: In no way is Harry Potter mine. Though I really wish that whole series was...please don't sue JK! You're already fricken rich! What more could you want!
Reaka: Hello! This, obviously, is a poem I wrote. I had werewolves on my mind when I wrote this, and it reminded me of Remus so much that I decided to update it here! Now, without further rambling coming from me, here's my poem.
Werewolf's Song
The full moon calls
For me.
Its warm, silver light
Falls upon my naked skin,
And I feel the change
Bubbling inside me.
In an electrifying shiver,
I fall on all fours.
Hands and feet
Turn into paws.
Pain and pleasure unify
As my back arches,
Preparing for my tail to grow,
My head reshapes,
And my ears move up and
Reshape as well.
The shiver passes
As the last of my hair
Covers me completely.
My vision is better
Than ever before.
My ears,
They hear more things.
I can smell a thousand smells
And run freely tonight.
The full, silver moon
Is my guardian.
No longer am I the human
Who you walked past
Getting to your class
or shopping with at the store.
Now I am a wolf,
Graceful, beautiful,
With glowing, yellow eyes.
Come with me
And run freely through the night.
The full moon
Will watch over us
Tonight.
Reaka: Done! I hope you enjoyed it! See you!