Please, cure the itch.
Now, stop the burning.
Can you untaint this disease?
Can you cease the aching?
You walk up the passageway, your shoes clattering on the rocks like a chapel.
You reach the decaying wood, it creaks and groans, sending your skin into a tumult of goosebumps.
You know something is wrong. But you won't be stopped.
Up the first flight of stairs, we go.
You can hear the whimpering, can't you, Severus?
You can see the dark shape.
You see your rival. He pushes you back, tries to get you out.
'Run!' He yells.
But behind him, you can see the shape rearing behind him.
You can see it yearning to strike, to break, to burn, to bruise. To kill.
You can see the Werewolf.
You run out of the shack, as fast you can.
The ghosts that are rumored here would have been welcome.
More welcome than the animal you never suspected I had inside me.
The moon shines on your back, chasing you.
Ah, the moon. Such a beautiful thing to most people.
But for me it's a curse. Full of blood and pain, instead of beauty.
You run across the grounds, barely seeing, barely believing.
Barely feeling, so numb with the fear you've been corrupted from.
You can't block your mind, unbelieve what you see.
You can't bore out the piercing howls that fill your ears.
You may cover your face with your coal black hair,
but the humiliation of the discovery will never being covered up.
You can feel it.
Werewolf.
Your throat screams all happiness out of the air,
just as it carves all color from my mind.
I breathe in such a dirty silence.
Choking up ash as I'm forced to remember what being awake feels like.
My fangs are stained red from all the throats I've ripped.
And drink their blood? I cannot remember.
Caress my changing skin to stay asleep
Bruise my tortured flesh to keep me dreaming.
Paint my skies with bloody moons
and set my eyes aflame.
Do you smell that? I do. It's fear.
(I know.) I can see the expression on your features.
I know you feel as if you've been betrayed.
I see your disgust, now that you've seen my true face.
Now that you've seen.
Werewolf.
I can see your anger as my friends laugh at your expense.
Fools, can't they see your thirst for revenge?
I can taste the bitterness in the air.
The animal in me laughs as I can see the sweat from your forehead.
Stupid boy, you should know they'd never allow me to actually hurt you.'
Stupid boy. Shouldn't boys run from animals?
From Werewolves?
As you run from me in disgust, you should know, Severus.
You should know I never sought you any ill.
I know you won't forgive me, through your anger.
Through your humiliation. Your heart is too hard for forgiveness.
You should know this was never my choice.
How can you condemn me for something that was never in anyone's control?
Blood Moon by Shadolily
Chapter Notes: Obviously, this poem is about when Severus discovered Remus's lycanthropy condition. This is still in Remus's point of view.
Chapter Endnotes: I think this poem is a LOT better than the one before. I might delete that one. All credit for characters and etc. goes to J.K. Rowling.
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