It's behind me, it's above me, it's always with me, never leaves me, I know what is to come.
Cold moon, glaring at me with its crystal light, I know what is to come.
Harsh moon, shows no mercy, endless circles, I know what is to come.
Hot moon, burns through walls and stone, I senses it, always, I know what is to come.
Round moon, soon a perfect circle, so close, so close, I know what is to come.
Full moon, cold, harsh, hot, round moon, shining above the trees as I hide in my room.
But there is no escape, I cannot hide, I cannot run, it is here the wolf has come.
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More thoughts of the wolf (guess who that is *cough*LUPIN*cough*) that I came up with… I really need a life, or time to write a real fanfic, whichever comes first. Might post more of these strange poems if I come up with new ones. And pretty please review!