The Duality of Pan

Another victim, another prize.

Here's one positively pint-size.

No one ever really knows

where my shadow truly goes.

Searching far and searching wide

for children toward death, to guide.

Lonely souls in dire straights,

souls too young to know hate.

I gather into my limbo fold

to dance and sing, for fun untold.

Where love and peace abound galore,

close your eyes, believe, and soar.

Satan or savior, you may decide.

In Neverland my Lost Boys, deathly glide.