The Banished Howl
A monster crying blood finite, exits life on unknown roads,
Slowly shying from the pride of man, joint will corrodes.
Stones like dry tinder, vile words slash exposed souls;
Scattered qualms of cracked mirrors reflect demented skulls.
Daring to live with tainted veins, sights no longer set on mercy,
Frozen in a stagnant shadow, never strong, existing weakly.
Faces swept aside, shunned from a pure, peaceful world desire;
Flames scorch and sear mistrust; the moon, silver-grey, filled with ire.
*Just want to say that I whole-heartedly support werewolves, especially Remus Lupin, because I understand what it's like to be shunned and stereotyped and made out to be bad when you are really not. Werewolves! :)*
The Banished Howl by Nagini Riddle
Story Notes:
I would like to thank the opaleye, opti, and Peppermint Toads for all their critique and help. :)
Chapter Endnotes: Well, this was an attempt at meter and rhyme. How'd I do? Come on, don't be shy! I honestly don't bite, even if I do have fangs... :P