The Fall of the Wendy-bird By Queen Red Rum
He has the soul
of sunshine on swirls of wind,
Eyes like green leaves amidst the
blue sky,
He reaches out his hand to mine,
For he will
teach how to fly,
For he is that mythical child, Peter Pan,
He
and I are soaring away to Never Land
I wish to stay a
child,
This Pan offers me the wild,
The night is high and
the moon is silver,
The cold and darkness spread,
He held me as
I shiver,
From this world I have fled
Through the London
fog I fall,
No one around, no one at all, no one heard
For I
did not yell, I did not call
No one saw or heard the fall of the
Wendy-bird
Of dreams and stories, realms unknown, I made it to
the other side,
I am and forever more shall be in Never Land,
But
the men from Scotland Yard ruled my death as a suicide