Peter Pan is Dead

by novelgirl2013

This is a poem about Wendy but the title, I think, fits. Read the poem and it will all make sense. Anyways, please read this and leave feedback. Thank you!

Wendy the proud,
Wendy their mother,
Wendy the story teller,
Wendy with a death sentence.

Her hair billowing around her face.
Her night gown flowing in the wind
She holds her chin high
Her death she knows
Is very near.

The pirate's voice washes over her
Her sentence clear.
She will walk no plank this time,
She will have no last words
This time she will die.

She feels the calloused hands grab her.
She knows what's next,
No pixie dust will save her,
No flying boy will rescue her.

Her knight has died.
Their savior is dead.
The boys are now truly lost.
Peter Pan is dead.

The truly lost boys are crying.
She wishes to comfort them,
But she has nothing
Save one final reassuring glance

She is flying
But this flight brings no joy.
She sees the water drawing closer.
Her eyes squeeze shut.

SPLASH!

Encompassed in freezing
Dark
Nothingness
She is lost.
And Peter Pan is dead.

Wendy the proud,
Wendy their mother,
Wendy the story teller,
Wendy is dead.