sirius in azkaban

Bulging blue-veins
beating time
on wasted wrists,
he's luminous:
transparent skin.
His heart tattoos
a call to war
the wake up call
a fighting song.
(a siren song?)
He draws the dark
like flying things
to where there's light
to sap his strength
Within is drumming
loud defiance
stubborn life.

the moon goddess to remus lupin

I am bridal tonight,
in full flower.
I await you eagerly, lover,
the one who understands me.
I expect your worship.
I expect you to be abject,
to fall on four feet and acknowledge my power.
I expect you to suffer,
to howl your pain to me as a hymn.
I expect you to hurt as you cut off your chains.
I expect you to forget that the sun will rise,
that this moon will wane,
and that you have a human name.
I expect you to keep your four paws on the ground,
and stay inside your shaggy skin.
And in return,
I'll give you the moon.

author's note: You can try guessing who I am if you like. I might just deny everything even if you do get it right though. I'd like reviews, please. Please?