Nevereverland

His dark eyes held a promise of madness

A madness that is magical and otherworldly

His slender fingers trailing a path of fiery passion on your skin

His blood-red tongue whispered delicious poetry,

Of forbidden desire, of burning need

His lips glistening with emerald poison flecked with gold fairy dust

Those sharp teeth of his, flashing in feral happiness,

Dripping ruby, maybe blood

The feathered hat, once a jolly scarlet, now black as the soot of hell

The leaves and brambles that made his armor,

Interspersed with thorns dripping poison

His outstretched hand, an invitation for adventure,

One final misadventure

His shadow, played a different tune, begging it seemed to not go along.

You looked at the tall strong figure floating outside your window

A man in green, washed in silver moonlight

A promise of madness in the darkness of his eyes

Peter Pan sure had grown up