Darkest Nights|| Poetry And Prose

Peter, Peter.

Peter was back and the children were screaming with delight as they watched his shadow bouncing from the walls.

They knew he had to be kept secret, so as they played they kept their eyes on the shut doors.

As the oldest, Wendy was more sceptical and it took her the longest for her feet to lift from the ground.

But with the magic dust and Peter's laugh, a beautiful happiness she had found.

Three children flew around their room that day. Full of happiness, giggles and joy.

It was something that would never be believed. The day they played with the magical boy.

Peter Pan raised his hand and called out, "Come on, let's go and fly!"

He opened the windows, floated in air and beckoned them all outside.

They laughed and sang as they held one another, heading toward the window sill.

Come the next morning the neighbours were woken with a scream, so loud and shrill.

Three children lay upon the ground, holding hands. Their bodies broken and cold.

Because the previous night, they accepted the promise from Peter. Now they will never grow old.