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A poem I wrote on Remus' feelings about his werewolf condition.
Pain,
Tears,
down a wolf's face.
Who cares?
The howl of the moon
The scream of a boy
the whimper of a child.
Pain.
Tears.
Down a young boy's face.
Who cares?
(We care, Moony. Look at us. We care)
Pain.
Tears.
Half-murmured apologies
never to be seen again
Fear.
Pain.
Tears.
And a friend's hand
to wipe it all away.