Go Wild

by The Bounzaby Cormain

Remus Lupin angstily muses about his little furry problem, which is much worse than a badly behaved rabbit.

Despite my hopes, it will prevail

The harsh moonlight that lives within

Painful and horrid my torture is

Yet this life is considered a sin.

As if I wanted this torture,

This pain,

I am alone.

My claws shoot out,

My cry goes long.

My hair goes gray

And my limbs grow strong.

And my eyes

Go wild

In the moonlight.

I cry to the moon, to stop this pain

But it never listens to my call

And it will never hear my desperate howl

For the moon's ears are ever small.

And it hears only the softest of things

And I cannot whisper,

Only howl.

My claws shoot out,

My cry goes long.

My hair goes gray

And my limbs grow strong.

And my eyes

Go wild

In the moonlight.

I am caught in a web of denial

I feel scared of the monster inside

The monster that takes over the boy

That being that every moon has died.

And this creature will never die,

Until I do,

So I am alone.

My claws shoot out,

My cry goes long.

My hair goes gray

And my limbs grow strong.

And my eyes

Go wild

In the moonlight.

I go wild

In the moonlight