Disclaimer: As you all know, Remus belongs to J.K. Rowlings.
Warning: It´s sad. And it´s short, very short!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The moon is rising. It is not full today, but I can feel the pain although.
Deep down, buried in my mind, the beast is screaming.
They think, it's only there in the time of the full moon.
They're wrong.
It's always there.
The only difference is, I can control it the rest of the month.
But it's always there, rattling at the bars of its cage.
It's there, howling and scratching, craving for violence, lusting for blood, screaming for freedom...
The moon has risen now. It is not full today.
But it will be.
Tomorrow.
Warning: It´s sad. And it´s short, very short!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The moon is rising. It is not full today, but I can feel the pain although.
Deep down, buried in my mind, the beast is screaming.
They think, it's only there in the time of the full moon.
They're wrong.
It's always there.
The only difference is, I can control it the rest of the month.
But it's always there, rattling at the bars of its cage.
It's there, howling and scratching, craving for violence, lusting for blood, screaming for freedom...
The moon has risen now. It is not full today.
But it will be.
Tomorrow.
