Here's the fifth and final poem, this time featuring a non-canon werewolf. I hope you've enjoyed my poetry collection on lycanthropy.
#5
Draco Malfoy
When I was eleven
I'd never have dreamt that it would come to this
At that point all I wanted was a wand and my first kiss
It's funny how things can change
When I was twelve
I was enclosed in letters sent home to father weekly
Hiding insecurities behind bravado meekly
She almost died
When I was thirteen
I put on my first touch of daily aftershave
Scared of Dementors but trying simply to be brave
A slap can set you free
When I was fourteen
I tried my hardest to punish while the hits flew back
Making light of Cedric in the graveyard attack
When will he be me?
When I was fifteen
I laughed and wrote the lyrics to a rather good song
It's not my fault that she would never sing along
I'll take my chances as they come
Well, I am sixteen now
And although I feel the shooting pain inside me
Although I change against my will, it hides me
Father's missing, leaving his responsibilities
I'm far too young, I tell myself
A Malfoy
A student
A werewolf
A servant
A liar
And nearly seventeen