Author's Note: And once again I've used Harry Potter to complete a school assignment. We were reading this poem by Sylvia Plath about how mirrors don't lie, and we were supposed to write something on the same subject. I had done a book report on Philosopher's/ Sorceror's Stone in Spanish class (yes, I did read the whole book in my second language and do a 'dramatic reading' of my favourite scene in front of the class) and the scene with the Mirror of Erised was on my mind. This is what turned out.
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Harry Potter. Do you think Siri would be dead if I did? Ignore that... he's not dead! (I know I'm in denial...deal with it.)
It Lies
It lies,
It must be
They're dead, gone,can't come back
And its only glass in a frame
How can I see them, see her?
I know it's her
She has my eyes
Or I have hers
And his hair
So like mine, scruffy
Never lays flat, black
I can see them
Standing all around me
In a room empty of people
Your deepest desire, he says
Your family, he says
Men have gone mad, he says
Am I mad? Crazy? Insane?
They don't seem to think so
But they're dead, gone
Yet still there
Do not dwell on dreams
Do not forget to live
Erised
It lies