A/N: Written for the Pairing Set Boot Camp, pairing 26. Sirius/Remus, and the Freeverse Frenzie competition, poem 117.
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27. Rabid Dog
Guilt gnawed at him;
those thirteen years in Azkaban
had left him sane
but not much else.
He'd been hollowed out,
the chicken in the corner shed
they kept
because he was too much trouble to throw away.
He wished he could say
it wasn't so, but
what were the words of one
prisoner to another one:
they lived both in chains
But who knew that the boy who cried wolf
would have such a sad fate.
For him, they had drowned the wolf
long ago, but dogs floundered in water beds
and that had been the worst oh them;
he'd be soaked for a long time aside…
If he hadn't been the wolf in the tale
then maybe the other could have had a mirror
of happy endings
instead.