Lost Boys

I once was a boy

who didn't want

to grow up.

.

I didn't need anyone

or want anything

real.

.

Fantasy was for me,

I never had to

feel

.

anything hurtful,

mean, or other dreary

grown up things.

.

In this world

I found

a new friend

and family member.

fairy dust

.

covered me

in these dreamy

nights, while I

.

rested next to my

beautiful, seductive

enchantress fairy wife.

.

She did me no harm

but always loved me.

.

I found other boys

just like me,

who felt just like me,

who dreamed just like me,

who hurt just like me,

.

and wanted to forget,

.

all those adult tasks

that created

such discordance

in our minds.

.

We battled the grown ups

we found

on our island.

Tooth and nail

we fought

the inevitable,

.

as monsters large

and small even,

stalked our whereabouts

always trying to find

our secret fantasy lair.

.

Legend has it there exists

a dragon

on this isle.

.

If it catches you,

the innocent part

will be gone

forever.

.

You will grow up

like the others

.

we left behind.

.

--

.

One day I was hunting

pirates,

I thought I was

brave,

.

I found a girl,

a real girl,

not a fairy princess

who gave enchantments

but never

showed me

what it truly means

to be a man.

.

But a real girl!

.

The dragon of chaos

held her in her clutches

and I was afraid

I would lose

this real girl!

.

Who could show me worlds

hidden from view.

.

I lept into action

not thinking the cost,

grabbed my sword

and saved my Wendy,

.

but lost a part

of myself in the fight.

.

I knew I would never

see this part of me again.

.

At that moment

It was fated.

I would grow up.

I felt it happening already.

.

I felt old,

I could no longer fly.

I fell in love with Wendy.

We had children

I knew I would die.

.

I developed dreams

dreams that were real.

.

I couldn't remember

the location

of our secret lair.

.

It was lost, and my

lost boys too.

.

The dragon no longer stalks

me but follows

like a pet dog

that knows it will win

in the end.

.

My fairy doesn't come around

anymore.

.

And Wendy seems very ok

with that. But I have a life,

.

and children.

The dragon of chaos

is a friend, who reminds me

.

all things, dreams, and schemes

someday end.

.

They become memory

and legend. As I and all

things fade.