Captain Hook is real.
He is a dark lord.
He’s in my basement.
I have managed to stay in the light all night,
But he is a master deceiver.
All of my allies have fallen through
The dark doorway that leads down
To where he waits grinning, snarling.
I will never forget the sight of him
Reaching out like a shadow
To grab my friends
And plunge them into darkness,
The whites of their eyes shining in terror
Through charcoal grey shadows.
Am I a coward not to go after them?
Should I surrender to his death?
Could I win this dark game with living death?
Even Peter Pan couldn’t stop him this time.
All the lights in my house were on,
But one by one he tricked my allies.
One by one they turned them off,
Then he drowned them in his darkness.
He is a liar.
Peter Pan is gone,
Dressed now in shades of black death.
His shadow betrayed him.
Hook’s blackness is spreading.
I’m stuck in the kitchen.
This is my last stand.
The house is surrounded by his night riders.
I long for dawn.
I need more light.
There is no way out,
And He’s coming for me.
He knows my secrets now.
He knows my weaknesses.
He knows I won’t wait him out.
He’s inside my head.
There is darkness inside me and he found it.
But he won’t win!
I run to the drawer by the microwave.
I grab the flashlight,
And reach for the basement door.
“Stand back Mr. Hook.
I’ve come for you,
and what you took from me.
They’re not yours.
You can’t have them.
Get out of my house!”