A/N: This Poem relates to the character Polly Owen from the "Eliza" series. I recommend reading that before you read this. (I have issues with creating my own characters don't I?) Anyhoo, review please.

Disclaimer: As much as I would like it, Polly doesn't belong to me. Eliza Diawna Snape holds that honor.

The Not-So-Secret-Life of a Wannabe Marauder


In the deep dark dungeons
There's an odd figure creeping
It's obvious by the silence
Mischief-makers are sneaking.
Hiding behind statues
In a dank corridor
She's planning havoc and mayhem
For a school that's a bore.

Brown eyes gleam
Behind a marauder's smile
The school's all asleep
She'll be at work for awhile.
Dungbombs placed here
A waxing charm over there
Polyjuice potion
Must be filched with care.

While Rogue lurks
Throughout the darkness of night
She's continually fighting
An inward fight.
Her identity's hidden
Just hushed and within
Her search for the truth
Is about to begin.

For now thoughts are bottled up
Will not be said
While an insane war wages on
With that voice in her head.