Welcome To Neverland

This place is alive with all manner of horrors that poke and pry,

feast and fry, my oh my, you will surely die if you do not learn to fly.

The woods within contain mysteries and sin,

shrouded by canopies filtering little light in.

The dense forest is wicked and awful, wriggling with life,

vines attack with vengeful strife.

Narrow pathways full of briars and burs,

thickets and thorns, spines and spurs.

So watch your step as they wrap and weave, tentacles that grab

tendrils of gnarl snag and scrape, catch and nab.

Even the flora continues to thrive in this murky creep hive,

it doesn’t want you to leave here alive.

So, do what you must to survive, the roots want your blood,

they will drag your knees to the mud.

Wrenching limb keep you within where the light is dim, the dank is grim,

and the muck wears endurance thin, pulling at entangled hem.

Do lighten your pack my dear, I fear this fen of swamps: the bogs of squish,

poison dirk mere will not tolerate all you carry, all you need is a wish..

Dump your purse and get it out of stifling grasp

it’s weight is an anchor in your clasp.

Theres no need for non essential things, makeup, hand slings,

these napkin puffy rings, these bundles of strings.

Loose those shiny blings that sparkle on a strand,

they will only draw a thief’s stitch close to vital gland.

Draw only what you need into a pack with load fanned

on shoulders across back and straps to expand.

Choose carefully here you may only take two,

go for versatility when picking your shoe.

You are almost ready to get back on the trail,

just pull out your cell phone and let it sail.

I watched from my perch on the moon scratching feather capped crown with dirty hand;

who was this beautiful, long dark locked wild girl, I have found lost in my Neverland?