A/N: Just a little poem thing written for my English class. It was supposed to be eight lines of iambic pentameter (that poem kinda-thinger that Shakespeare writes in? I hope you know what I'm talking about, cuz I sure don't.). Anyway, since I had to write it, I figured I'd take another shot at a Remus poem, and here we are! Sweet and short about his change….

Warnings: Uh…none.

Disclaimer: I don't own Remus or the concept of a werewolf. I also don't own pepsi or coca-cola, but that has nothing to do with this poem, so never mind.

Hazel eyes stare into the darkened sky,

Searching for the bane of his existence.

The bright red moon reveals itself to him,

And thus begins the change of man to wolf.

Pain and agony of limbs switching forms

Courses throughout his entire body,

And then dies away as the change completes,

Destroying the man—reviving the wolf.