Cruelty was a burden

On the purest heart.

Fate leaving them

To burn to black coal.

The innocence of a child,

Tainted by a deceivable man.

 

His name was masked as purity,

A child's wildest dream,

Hope to be tangled,

By the deadliest wings

 

While the victims shadows

Was feared miles ahead

As he was masked by betrayal

And a hopeless portrayal

 

Unknown to the world,

As their true tales,

The stories were masked

Until the final bell.

 

A child's innocence

Turned to tainted greed

As his life was mastered by

The never ending deeds

 

A child turned to man,

With a cycle of throbbing pain

Immortality controlled

By a hunger craving blade.

 

A blade sharpened

By straw turned to gold

Leaving rotten souls

To contaminate

The burning throe

 

Utmost bliss strapped

To the vacant space of  a child

Fate tarnishing his soul

And losing all he desires

 

His world left to shreds

Just underneath his fingers

His crumbled world

masked his eyes

With utmost silence.

His name was Rumple

And he never survived.

 

Let's turn the page,

To the mighty sky,

Where dreams are never ending,

And hope is yet to rise.

 

A land that was buried with lies,

Comes a child who was destined to never die,

He gives hope for never ending youth,

But he was masked with a terrible truth.

 

Piped and picked,

Shadowed and taken,

Sounds for miles

Yet  few were awaken

 

Awaken and never returned,

Children stayed children,

Without a care

In the world.

 

“All magic comes with a price”,

Or so he's been told,

Broke a vow?

Pixie was the key.

Man turned to child

And never ending dreams

 

Smiled,

So wide and so big,

Fair to be tainted

By his hideous truth.

 

See as his world,

Was masked as pure,

The man who never grew up,

Got a whole new view.

 

His world crumbled,

Mere sight of his child,

A disappointment in his arms,

And a never ending reminder.

 

He flew,

High and mighty,

But never content,

As his time,

Was near an end

 

A dream

Will only last so long

As his dream

Came with a price

 

Youth for child

Was his token

Now it's time

For the truth to be spoken.

 

The one that lays

In his arms,

So tiny,

And easily broken

Was his gift in a new world,

But only for a moment

 

See, the man turned child,

Masked with purity

Traded his kindle flesh

for a few worshipped moments

 

The views were never

Seen but fainted

And neither father

Or child

Survive their fate.

 

A selfish man,

Failed father,

Broken as a child,

Never fixed

Never repaired

Not even for his own

His name was Peter Pan

And he was never a man.

 

Peter Pan was never pure,

Rumple was never greed,

They both were broken

But never fixed.

Peter was Rumple's father

But he never bothered.

“All magic comes with a price”

Remember that tale.