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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

This poem is about when I began to really take note of this alter ego the Madame within me. It happened the same year that Robert died. The man David mentioned in the poem was my dearest friend for nine years. I turned to him for comfort in my grief. But I found out that nothing ever is as it seems.

Maybe it was April, Maybe it was May

Maybe it was a sunny day in June

Maybe it was the year of our Lord, 2005

And maybe it was just a summer's full moon

The lovely Lady, all soft and sweet

Found herself on David's sidewalk of shame

With a broken foot, a black eye, and a broom in hand

Suddenly she realized she had no name

She was all broken and bruised and nearly insane

The lovely Lady looked to the sun for hope

But there was none there

Only the promise of more blood, sweat, and tears to come

And a picture of a violent man selling despair

Sothe lovely Lady that used to love

With an open heart and an open mind

Cried a little, then died alot

How can love and life be so blind?

So off she flew on a warm southern wind

Never to return

Never to sweat and serve

Never to burn


In the last dying flame of the Lady's soul

A new, vital energy began to surge

In a smoky, dark, mysterious swirl

A creature of means began to emerge

Out of the ashes, out of the dust

There arose ~

A pale face, a black cape, and a silken top hat

And the form of the Madame of Madness was borne

A soul, delivered to this world on the wings of a bat.

She is the Keeper of the Dark Truths

Fair of face, aloof, a true beauty in her own right

A lone survivor, birthed in the time of need

She is Queen, Queen of the Dark Night


Now don't you that it is said

That, that Madame Mad Hatter went off to live

all up in an ivory tower

Where she looks down at the world in dark amusement

and often pain

Andit is said, that it is She, Queen, Madame, that is the sole

trustee of the words of that long lost Lady

That loved herself insane

original write: 12 February 2006

Submitted: February 12, 2008

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Twisted Illusion

a nice read! hard to keep track of the lines the way it is on here with one side off to the left, but a nice writting none the less!

Wed, February 13th, 2008 12:58am


Very creative

Wed, February 13th, 2008 2:36am


Sorry about the messy lines. It's this crazy computer. I swear it has a little green demon in it that just does whatever it wants. Thanks for reading though. And will try to straighten out the mess.

Wed, February 13th, 2008 8:50pm

Classy Peach

That loved herself insane. That was a perfect ending!!! I might repeat that a few times throughout my day today. (ex: "Back off! I'm loving myself insane!") ha ha. The feeling of this poem hits hard with (Cried a little, then died alot)...and I think it absolutely would be easier to read with the structure changed a bit. (i hope you don't mind my sayings here)..maybe keep 2 lines together then add a blank line giving the reader a chance to breathe. Great wording.

Sun, February 17th, 2008 5:27pm


Twisted Illusion, Powhit, and Classy Peach, Thank you all for reading and the positive feedback. Sorry it took so long to respond, the old computer had serious problems...Anyway, I know this poem probaly confused alot of people, but it is about the abuse I suffered at the hands of a man I had been best friends with for nine years.

Tue, February 19th, 2008 11:56pm

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