I wrote this about Remus and I feel it is no where near finished but I wanted to publish it as I wasn't getting any further with it. I will return to it at some point.
Upon Misted moors, bleak, grey, stark and dreary,
The winter wind rumbled and roared, casting its icy bite.
The ground was glittering, frost clinging to the rampant plains
The heath, once green, now blanketed in white
Darkness was upon us, light stripped by the sun, west bound.
Twilight taking over, the sky glowed inky, night time falling
The pregnant moon climbed, her belly full and round
Her silver rays flitted down, dancing among the naked trees
Wandering, he found it, where he sat to rest
Isolated, sheltered, lonely, empty in the distance,
Gentle soul, cries, awaiting cursed fate
Succumbing, Unable to resist it.
Bathing in her light, resenting, screamed forsaken drifter,
Her beauty evaded him, the pain she caused had left him bitter.
For he was neither animal nor man when her rays would meet his skin,
As his eyes gazed unto hers, transformation would begin.
Eyes wet, tear rolled, the pain was all consuming,
Torture reigned, body changed, he was man no longer.
Mind affected, no longer protected, rationale fleeting,
Wolf ripped through, salivating, controlled by animal hunger.