Disclaimer: Its mine, my idea, totally of my creation, Rowling had nothing to do with it! But, if you want to image the person is Remus Lupin go ahead, and for you people I'll say this, I don't own it.
Blood Stricken Beast
It's barely dawn,
But the blood is already pounding in his veins
It warns him, advises him.
The full moon is upon him.
Noon comes,
The five senses of his body;
Hear, smell, touch, taste and see
Have evolved, heightened.
Dusk,
And the moon
Is almost over the hill
His mind and body is in tune to the months monthly cycle, it's path
He has been this monster
Since he lived in the cottage
On Autumn Hill
It's time,
The moon just peaks out from the mountain
He is standing in a clearing, a clear site for his enemy
The blood pounds, the first sign
Pupils turn black, the second
A howl of pain, the third
Then the change
Slowly, his head morphs
Hair becomes fur
Wild and untameable
Black and Silver
His body shape changes to that
Of a large wolf,
Canines glint in the moonlight
The howls he unleashes
Would be heard by the animals around,
If they had not already scattered,
Since the first howl was released,
They know better than to become prey;
To a blood stricken beast.
Hey, all my adoring fans
I have decided to publish my poems,
so whenever i right them, ill post them and put them in harry Potter context
Love,
magic-and-love