Lost Shadow
On the nights you lost your shadow…
These nights made us.
A million times over, I would do it thus…
I wrote you plays & songs & stories
The origin of storytime, as it were.
For me they weren’t in-length, shorties
But I know, for you ‘twas only a blur.
Peter Pan needed Wendy to mend his shadow with stitches
It does what it wants while her body twitches
Writhing, reeling, & losing control, doth the perilous fight
Hang on, hold fast, carry on; I think she just might
‘Twasn’t you, but your shadow I had gotten that night
‘Lest we forget the pen be mightier than the sword
Stories can be tools, sometimes weapons in their own right
Oh how I wish you could bail, just pull a ripcord
Your face, became his face, appeared stricken with blight
I was, am, always your Wendy, shall be writ in our lore
Sometimes it got lonely, storytime for just me
But I knew you were there, underneath acts of gore
I knew you were listening, despite lack of glee
From whence the host-woman cometh?
She’s trapped, in Neverland, with the other lost boys
Stuck ringing round the deafening monolith
Inside, on the nicest of days, without any toys
Only your shadows, D.I.D. come out
To toy with me, I had no doubt
Oh how lonesome sometimes it could be
To lay alone, below, beneath hopes tree
I know ‘twas harder for you than it was for me
[Act III]: Let's rejoice; together at last, for now, she is free
I made this for you, watch, look, enjoy, can’t you see?
Please, oh please, stay awake for just one more soliloquy.
It’s the one where Peter struggles with his masculinity.
Oh please, just this time, can Wendy be your identity?
At least just for Act III?
Captain Hook is what it nearly took.
To coax you back, my sweet lovely cook.
Recollecting the lore, begins our own story book.
It’s a love story, you know, so don’t second look.
I can’t wish to forget, so I write them all here.
Lucky for you some memories, they’ll jettison.
Thank you for reading & lending your ear.
But that’s when stories were just medicine.
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