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She was the glittering fairy In the books, But those who knew Of the fairy Tinker Bell, Told another truth. For hook was never after Pan He was to hook a fairy, Was his plan. She had them hooked On Dust, Each morning They would snort the glitter, Then once again Before dusk. Those of weak soul Could not take the toll, Blood would seep from there, Eyes Ears & nose. Feed to the croc With a clock ticking, Also addicted to Lost boy flesh Glazed, Glittered, Eyes, Of a hunger untold Peter Pan   He flew to our world, Not for Friendship Or for fun, But to replace those fallen Dismembered, Hacked, carved, All by tinkers wand. They were Feed to the croc, When all were asleep High on dust They never did ask, Where the others had gone. Enticed by a far away land, Those who were taken Never again to see home. The lost boys In a far off Land. Peter her protector, From the man, The one with a hook for a hand. Stories sing a different tune, For it was tinker bell Who magically removed This limb called hand, To quench its hunger, Fed it to croc Now the beast has a Taste for the man. No ill does hook hold Against Pan, But a sword Must be put   Through this child, Who thinks he is man. For hook is the only one Who can rid this land, Of the twisted dealer Of dust, Who wishes To enslave this land.
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC
Twisted Fairy (Tinkerbell)
She was the glittering fairy In the books, But those who knew Of the fairy Tinker Bell, Told another truth. For hook was never after Pan He was to hook a fairy, Was his plan. She had them hooked On Dust, Each morning They would snort the glitter, Then once again Before dusk. Those of weak soul Could not take the toll, Blood would seep from there, Eyes Ears & nose. Feed to the croc With a clock ticking, Also addicted to Lost boy flesh Glazed, Glittered, Eyes, Of a hunger untold Peter Pan   He flew to our world, Not for Friendship Or for fun, But to replace those fallen Dismembered, Hacked, carved, All by tinkers wand. They were Feed to the croc, When all were asleep High on dust They never did ask, Where the others had gone. Enticed by a far away land, Those who were taken Never again to see home. The lost boys In a far off Land. Peter her protector, From the man, The one with a hook for a hand. Stories sing a different tune, For it was tinker bell Who magically removed This limb called hand, To quench its hunger, Fed it to croc Now the beast has a Taste for the man. No ill does hook hold Against Pan, But a sword Must be put   Through this child, Who thinks he is man. For hook is the only one Who can rid this land, Of the twisted dealer Of dust, Who wishes To enslave this land.
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Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC
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