Ремус

Werewolf

I know, what they whisper behind me -
"A werewolf, a beast on the run".
Of course, you can lock me or hide me,
But I think, I'd better be gone.

Away from these whispers that haunt me,
From glances of fear and scorn,
From bittering potions that bound me,
Away... and again on my own.

"Don't touch me, you, werewolf!" they're saying,
They know I'm the one who can kill.
For being too careless I'm paying,
But ain't it too much for a bill?

When moon strikes me down like the lightning,
My every cell's broken with pain.
No matter how strong I'll be fighting,
A werewolf defeats me again.