Disclaimer: I seem to write a lot of poems that don't mention Remus. But you know who I'm talking about, right? Oh yeah, Remus Lupin isn't mine.
Fairy Tales
Our lives are marked as fairy tales,
A library is filled.
But sometimes, our innocence fails,
All the words are stilled.
Some are empty, not yet written,
Some have never mattered,
But then, since when I was bitten,
I've felt worn and battered.
There came here an outside force,
From which evil was spurned.
In their wake, they left remorse,
Happy endings burned.
Innocence and happy books, so
Full of life and laughter.
But in my book, I have seen no
Happily ever after.