Boy of Averyon
My dear, sweet boy of Averyon,
Oh, feral child
Continue to howl mercilessly at the wind.
Be the trickster spirit of the moon who raised you,
and laugh at those who dance under the sun
while you would rather run runrunrunrun
run beneath a canopy of what every man has but can
not escape And since you are,
to your understanding, no man,
why would you ever fear it?
What did you know of fear before it was shown to you.
What was fear before they draped it in cloth and averted its gaze and called it
Victor.
Vic tor v ic to r
Vvvvvvvi i i i i vi vi C torrrrr
of Averyon
w iiiild b oy of ave e r yon
Lost boy of Neverland!
never
never be a man land.
They have sewn your shadow back onto your foot Pan,
so that it will chase you rather than be free
and run beside you
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