Disclaimer: Ever wonder why it's called fanfiction? It's because if any of us owned this stuff, we'd be writing fiction, without the fan part. Unless J.K. Rowling is somewhere here on But then it would be called authorfiction.

Author's Note: This poem has a sort of rhythm that's a little hard to see at first. Just trust your instincts. And if that doesn't work, yell at me in your review.

Lies

Lies, lies,

Such promising lies,

Offered by those with deceit in their eyes.

The weak become hopeful

From those they despise,

Say their goodbyes

With lies, lies.

Tales, tales,

Such enticing tales,

Stretching the distance from England to Wales.

False hope for traitors

And those who have failed,

Filling the jails

With tales, tales.

Truth, truth,

Disheartening truth,

Sparing the elderly, murdering youth,

Leaving us hopefuls

With vain, empty tries,

Hear our sharp cries

For lies, lies.

Can we defy

These lies, lies?