Pan Pt 5

Silly sleeping, dreaming fool;

the day has past as the last;

your drool dries before your eyes,

and reminds you of lovers lost to yesterday.

Maybe – just maybe today – we finally save Wendy.


If only you could wake and escape,

the palaces of your minds eye;

and though you make haste to wake

you’re imprisoned – there is no escape.


Silly mortal, the next time you try to fly,

you will fall,

unless you accept your dream as reality:

Nothing is as it seems.

Your foes are friends and to defeat them

will mean your mortal end.

For your friends are your enemies

loyal to a fault –

misery loves company,

they care not for your dream.




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