A whisper of death; a dark lullaby,
A siren's calling, a bitter cry.
As fairies and birds start to die,
The siren regrets and tries to nullify.

Neverland bathed in red from needles of a kin.
A sin greater than every sin.
Sting of an open wound drenched in sea salt.
Was anyone ready for such an assault?

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