~The Lost Boy~
His eyes were blue as cloudless sky,
the handsome little fellow,
and like his kindred, one and all,
his blood was brightly yellow.
Though he had not yet aged ten years,
his hair reached down his back
in wavy locks that ended curled
and were an inky black.
His eyes were blue as cloudless sky,
the handsome little fellow,
and like his kindred, one and all,
his blood was brightly yellow.
Though he had not yet aged ten years,
his hair reached down his back
in wavy locks that ended curled
and were an inky black.
He had been born amidst the smoke
of everlasting fire.
Though if you were to tell him that,
he’d surely call you liar,
for now he can remember not
a trace of life before
the flying boy took him away,
far from that world of war.
That flying boy took him between
his world and all the rest,
to where adulthood is a sin
and childishness is blessed.
He’d never seen a tree before,
he’d never learned of sand,
he’d never envisioned a realm
as pure as Neverland.
He joined the clan of boys who’d once
been just as lost as he.
“Three cheers for the new lad!” They roared,
“But what shall his name be?”
Then Peter thought a moment,
and gave the boy’s head a look.
“Your hairs all curl to them,” He said,
“so I shall name you Hook!”
When came the cry, “Three cheers for Hook!”,
and Peter cheered the same,
Young Hook felt joy he’d never known.
Finally, his own name!
He swore he’d always live in fun,
and never be a man.
He came to call that island home…
and idolize The Pan.
Yes, Peter was Young Hook’s hero,
and Hook, Peter’s right hand.
The boys, their loyal followers.
Their great love, Neverland.
They flew with eagles, swam with mermaids,
joined the faeries’ song,
and both thought none of that would change.
I wish they’d not been wrong.
It was years later when Young Hook
was taken by the sea.
He’d been in flight with Peter when
the storm came suddenly.
They’d gone to fetch a new boy,
but a boy was lost instead.
When Pan returned alone, all mourned,
“Our brother, Hook, is dead.”
But Hook was very much alive,
although a world away,
and fate would have been kinder
if he had perished that day.
The Sea of a Thousand Doorways
had opened one for him.
Now Hook was in another sea.
But he still couldn’t swim.
When one’s life is spent in adventure,
foresight is a must,
so Hook’s pocket contained a bag
of extra faerie dust.
It worked its magic perfectly,
though soggy from seawater.
Hook thought of being named, and flew…
and found The Jolly Roger.
In all her majesty’s navy,
the Roger had no peer.
At but a glimpse of her,
the bravest pirate shook with fear.
Hook landed on her deck amidst
a gaping, silent crew.
The Captain was the first to speak.
“Good morning. Who are you?”
“I’m Hook,” He answered calmly,
“and I’m from another…place.”
It was all the Captain could do
to keep a tranquil face.
He introduced himself,
“James Barrie. Welcome to my ship.”
His hand he kept upon the pistol
holstered at his hip.
But Hook spoke then of Neverland,
of faerie dust and flight,
and Captain Barrie saw an earnestness
he could not fight.
“I have to get back there,” Hook said,
“but I’ve run out of dust.”
“You’ll stay here, then.” Barrie replied,
for Hook now had his trust.
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If anyone's interested in seeing a second part to this, let me know. I figured this would be better as a few separate posts than as a single massive one.
