The Toymaker's Tale

Originally posted on deviantART on 11/3/2010. Done for an assignment for English class.

Every child ages:
This has been proven by the world's greatest sages.
Well, except one, special case:
Peter Pan, by name, whose wishes I truly embrace.
Never to grow old, never to mature,
Of this, he wished to be sure.

I myself am a toymaker by trade,
And with every toy I make, I have played.
But although I wish to be young at heart,
Peter Pan was certainly a master at this art.
And without delay, I begin my tale,
And maybe this theme shall prevail.

It begins in a certain house,
Of Mr. Darling, and his spouse.
And Wendy too, a splendid lass,
Around her children did amass.
To hear this tale, as I relate.
But alas, it soon was getting late.
And as Wendy was told to grow up and leave,
Peter grabbed her by the sleeve.
And the other children grabbed her hand,
And traveled to Never Never Land.

Upon the island, they arrived,
The flight having been survived.
And the children soon did find,
Many things beyond mankind.

But before they all could have a look,
We meet the pirate Captain Hook.
And in his mind, he has a plan,
To end the life of Peter Pan.
This devious soul indeed had planned,
To avenge his severed hand.

While this pirate captain contemplated,
Wendy Darling was elated
To see mermaids, real, not fiction,
A beauty beyond any depiction.
But while they enjoyed this sight,
They witnessed what was quite a fright.
Captain Hook, with will of evil,
Had caused quite an upheaval
In the kidnapping of the chief's daughter,
So he could find and slaughter
The famous Peter Pan, in his own home,
And remove him from the land he did roam.

Suffice to say it did not work,
And Captain Hook went berserk.
But he tricked the famous Tinker Bell
Of Peter's lair to tell,
And accidentally she revealed,
What should have remained concealed.

But despite this flawless plan
This was not the end of Pan.
For although she betrayed him before,
To save him, Tinker Bell swore.

And save him, she did.
Through sacrifice, death she did forbid.
But shall we so soon forget
About Wendy, who we first met?
Sad to say, I must tell,
Of growing old, she could not quell.

But young at heart she stayed,
And with her children, she always played.
For fun is always in youth,
Of this, I declare truth.