A rising moon, a setting sun,

The transformation has begun,

Knotted, shaggy fur is spun

Around sinewy limbs

Mad and bright amber eyes.

The human mind and body dies

Common sense, conscious denied

An untamed animal

What exactly of the cause

Of yellowed teeth and ripping claws

Of the reckless sense of snarling jaws?

A bite on the night of a full moon.

To the moon the creature bowed

From the a bleak dark shrouds

Of shadow and then comes loud

A lonely howl

The moon goes the sun does rise

Tiredness replaces the expression in his eyes

No longer a slave to the night

No more tearing claws or fearless bite

Only a limp form of a man.

Remus Lupin, the lonely werewolf