A/N: And so Tonk's reign finished in the last poem, and Remus' begins here. :D
SHAP_SHIFTER
Even the night before
he could not grasp the horror
yet to come.
The tears that fell weren't his;
the baited breath the cage
made from other's hands.
But even shadows:
nameless, misunderstood,
could craft the form of fear
And he shivered under frail blankets
waiting for a coming nightmare
to begin –
A nightmare
that would scar his face
forever.