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I was talking with my colleague Chaosfive-55 about Hammer horror films and how much I miss watching them all night on Halloween (www.deviantart.com/comments/1/… ). This reminded me of the above Pete Hawley illustration and a poem that I'm fairly sure is about growing up and the loss of innocence.

"Game Called on Account of Darkness" by Peter Viereck:

Once there was a friend.
He watched me from the sky.
Maybe he never lived at all.
Maybe too much friendship made him die.

When the gang played cops and robbers in the alley,
It was my friend who told me which were which.
Now he doesn't tell me any more.
(Which team am I playing for?)

My science teacher built a telescope
To show me every answer in the end.
I stared and stared at every star for hours.
I couldn't find my friend.

Every time I stood upon a crossroads,
It made me mad to feel him watch me choose.
I'm glad there's no more spying while I play.
Still, I'm sad he went away.

He was like a kind of central-heating
In the big cold house, and that was good.
One by one I have to chop my toys now,
As firewood.

I already spoke today with www.deviantart.com/harbinger-p… about (cartoon) rabbits staying young forever, but not so little boys, so I'm in a swamp of nostalgia and regret. ( ).

Painted wings and giant's rings make way for other toys. Aw, hell. I am like so out of here!

Description

I was talking with my colleague Chaosfive-55 about Hammer horror films and how much I miss watching them all night on Halloween (www.deviantart.com/comments/1/… ). This reminded me of the above Pete Hawley illustration and a poem that I'm fairly sure is about growing up and the loss of innocence.

"Game Called on Account of Darkness" by Peter Viereck:

Once there was a friend.
He watched me from the sky.
Maybe he never lived at all.
Maybe too much friendship made him die.

When the gang played cops and robbers in the alley,
It was my friend who told me which were which.
Now he doesn't tell me any more.
(Which team am I playing for?)

My science teacher built a telescope
To show me every answer in the end.
I stared and stared at every star for hours.
I couldn't find my friend.

Every time I stood upon a crossroads,
It made me mad to feel him watch me choose.
I'm glad there's no more spying while I play.
Still, I'm sad he went away.

He was like a kind of central-heating
In the big cold house, and that was good.
One by one I have to chop my toys now,
As firewood.

I already spoke today with www.deviantart.com/harbinger-p… about (cartoon) rabbits staying young forever, but not so little boys, so I'm in a swamp of nostalgia and regret. ( ).

Painted wings and giant's rings make way for other toys. Aw, hell. I am like so out of here!