Disclaimer: I do not own Remus Lupin, but his poem is owned by me, I guess. I don't really get why someone has to own Remus. Can't he own himself? Okay, that was a silly question. Just ignore me.
Reflection
The figure in the mirror, it follows my moves,
The creased face is there, the young face it was.
My bleak reflection has everything to lose,
Just like its counterpart does.
Its blue eyes stare at me, of sleep there's a lack
It knows all my secrets I lock inside.
Everywhere I look, his face stares back
A forlorn reminder from which I can't hide.
Facing the truth, down to the last letter,
It's time to move on, I cannot stay dead.
Now my reflection begins to look better,
Reminding me that there's some hope ahead.