Disclaimer: Once again, Remus Lupin isn't mine. And once again, he isn't really mentioned in the poem, but it's from his point of view. Whee.

Howling

No control

Over me,

Nothing more

That I can be.

There is no hope,

It cannot last,

Not in the future,

Nor the past,

I cannot run,

I cannot hide,

I'm being watched

By what's inside,

I know the truth,

Not fair, but foul.

Look at the moon

And howl.

I have the burden,

Feel the pain,

The victim or villain,

To me it's the same,

I'm letting it out

In a form I despise,

I look at the moon

In my dreadful disguise.

The change that I hate,

It's happening soon,

The feel's in my blood,

The feel of the moon.

Every time I think,

I think of my bane,

I look at the moon

And I'm howling again.