These tears, incessant in telling their sad story
Hold fleeting hope for restoring former glory
Once upon a time, the world sparkled in bright light
A precious commodity, made for God's delight
Darkness from -"The Nothing" overshadowed its beauty
This formless entity spreads path of destruction's cruelty
In a book, a childlike Empress waits for a new name
She suffers with death's grip in Fatastica's defame
Where is the boy, Bastian, who can save the swallowed land?
As the last glimmer of hope flickers in the Empress's hand
In a desperate plea amidst dwindling inventory
Her tears freely flow, with implore, in the "NeverEnding Story"
*This poem is based upon the book and movie,
"The NeverEnding Story." It is such a classic
children's adventure tale. I watched the 1984 movie
with my children again recently, after not seeing it
for many years...It inspired me to write this.