Even the happiest little girls in the world,
Whose smiles grace thee by day,
Have sat and cried some Friday night
Wishing for Peter Pan to fly them away…
Away to a land to never age,
Or… is it that this land
Ages thine mind in a different way?
Child to adult in one night to be sure,
To push poor, poor Wendy away
With intentions this child thought pure!
Beseech you child!
Didst thou not see!?
How your 'true love',
Tired to wait for thee?!
O' how she tried to help thee!
To take thee away,
With thine adopted prodigy!
She followed thee!
'Come away… Come away with me!'
Followed thee to danger; a nearly certain death!
But by the mindlessness of an AUDIENCE,
Didst thou save her last breath!
So now, young Peter,
Neither old nor wise at mind,
Alone on your island
With nothing but eternal time….
Beseech you child, and no more!
You're now alone to play your games
Of Cinderella fighting pirates bold
And so, that clock shall toll again.
Many years past,
When young Peter has found another lil' lass
Young Jane…. And decades later
Young Margaret too!
All to come and go as Peter's 'mother'
Timeless and forever, my young one
But thou hast proven many without flaw…
Children will be, as they are…
Innocent, gay, and forever heartless…
Until… Kathrin Miora Dawn…