Neverland


You don't know what Hell is,
Boy.
You can not know the feeling
of fire against your skin.
A hatred that burns down
all the humanity you have left.
You can not understand that pain.

Falling losing,
I knew I was finished.
My final resting place
to be the belly of that
bloody monster.
But then your face,
that innocent face that had
mocked me for years,
swam before my eyes.
That was enough.

In that moment I could see clearly,
And I hated you all the more,
because for the first time
I understood this game.
You are I are the same,
Peter.
Good and Evil.
We are the balance.
We are Both Neverland.

Yet.
things will not change.
I will kill you,
My Boy.
You stole from me my arm,
you pushed me to the grinning Crocodile.
Now it is your turn.
You will crow
you will fight
you will fly.
But I will find you.
The hook that you
so willingly gave me
will slice through your throat
and stain the ground with your blood.
Then and only then,
will I
be free.