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The King of Neverland
This poem is based upon Tennyson’s poem ‘The Lady of Shalott’ 

The King of Neverland  by Jenny Ann 

Part 1 

Picture
Between the mountains of gold and green 
Lies a valley of hope unseen, 
A place of longing, escape and dream; 
And round the park a train of steam 
Puffs merrily around Foreverland. 
Amongst the trees the children play, 
Sparkling and gleaming their faces gay 
Eyes filled with wonder they seem to pray 
To stay at Neverland.
 

Around the flowers the humming bees 
Rise and fall upon the breeze 
Listening to music blow through the trees, 
A moment only time can freeze 
In beautiful Foreverland; 
A monument to Peter Pan 
A tribute to each adoring fan 
Hoping to glimpse, if they possibly can, 
The King of Neverland
 

A painted carousel of colours bright 
Spins faster still to much delight; 
The pirate ship may even fright 
As it swoops to earth with all its might 
Down towards Foreverland; 
But who has seen him dance on stage? 
Or gazed in wonder as they turn each page? 
Why do we keep him locked up in this cage 
The King of Neverland?
 

Only angels way up high 
Dancing in the evening sky 
Listen to his heartfelt cry. 
He gazes as the stars fall by 
Over his Foreverland. 
Dark figures loom outside the gate, 
Hovering in the shadows late, 
Silently, they lie in wait 
Outside those walls of Neverland.
 

Part 2 

Picture
There he sits in the giving tree 
Its gentle embrace sets him free 
Lifting his spirit steadily 
Forgetting he feels quite lonely 
As he looks upon Foreverland 
He wonders what lies in the shadow 
And in his mind the lyrics grow 
Giving voice to what he longs to know 
The world outside of Neverland
 

He looks at the man in the mirror there 
And sees reflections of a world that’s bare 
And wonders why few seem to care 
And through his songs he longs to share 
His dreams of a Foreverland 
And there the world’s a happy place 
All children bear a smiling face 
And love and hope and faith and grace 
Are the stuff of Neverland
 

Sometimes he dreams of having wings 
Of romance, love and other things 
Sometimes his spirit soars and brings 
Him closer to the truth and he sings 
Joyously to his Foreverland 
And sometimes in his mirror clear 
He starts at one who seems too near 
And he sees a man stare back in fear 
The King of Neverland.
 

Still, through his songs his soul he bares 
For all to see and hear his prayers. 
The dreams are there for he who dares 
To rise above the critical stares 
Of those who peer into his Foreverland. 
Ridiculed by the ones who mock 
He covers his eyes and hides his shock 
And cries, ‘Please, it’s hurting. Stop!’ 
The King of Neverland.
 

Part 3 

Picture
And men wage war, bear arms and kill 
Whilst women labour in unclean places still 
Politicians always have promises to fulfil 
With words and image they tease and thrill 
And forget the place Foreverland. 
And with anger and rage he dances hard 
And shatters the glass till every shard 
Of his mirror pierces the soul of those outside who guard 
The walls of Neverland.
 

And each performance reaches even higher, 
An open soul, eyes filled with fire 
And all our eyes, as one, admire; 
In each glittering sparkle of his attire 
We can see Foreverland: 
His music lifts us out of our despair, 
His soulful cry cuts through a voice so rare, 
He gives away everything without a care 
Our King of Neverland.


The shining star of each generation

Revered in each and every nation

Speechless and wild in our elation

We lose ourselves in his imagination

It reaches far beyond Foreverland.

Like a lost boy found he sparkles bright

And returns our love with all his might

It glitters like a meteorite as night

Falls over Neverland.

 

Beware the predators with flashing eyes

Blood thirsty they pursue their prize

Never content until somebody dies

They sneer and snarl as he desperately tries

To protect his dream Foreverland

With sticks they goad and call him till

They think they have finally broken his will

And then the savages will feast and fill

Upon the King of Neverland.

 

Blood has been spilt; it’s on the floor

And still he’ll dance and scream, “What more

Lies can one broken man live to endure?"

But we’ll cover our ears then close the door

To silent, ghostly Foreverland.

With fingers in dirt he’ll solemnly kneel

Praying the world will eventually heal

Our minds full of lies we forget what’s real:

Lost we abandon Neverland.


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