The Feat Poem by Lizzy Scott

Weaving lies,
So intricate and bold
Leading on,
A falsehood told.

A wishing heart is led astray
Till broken down,
It is the way.

Oh why, the puppets,
The mask wearers,
The false tellers,
Do they exist?

A tender heart
Can only take so much of this.
Magnetized to this whole feat
Reality fades, and they are complete.

An anthem played,
A single soul listens
To the mourning tune,
It shall be over soon..