These roses of bountiful grace
An evil smile takes it's place
As the shadows cast, and night pushes on
All hope is lost. The mind is gone
The tea is rancid, the cups are shattered
Th hare is dead, And the Mad one who Hattered?
His head now rolls, this way and that
As does the queens, the mouse, and that cat
Off with Her head! The citizens sang
All with joy. As church bells rang
She lay in shackles, bound tight with hate
Her evil smle stays, but she is late
The one rabbit said it
His white fur bright, his beady eyes lit
She will not survive, with a pale face and frail hair
She is disfigured, and so far from fair
She wanted this all. To tame the ones
who wandered the night. Gnawing on bones
The new Alice of wonderland, who ruled with spite
Who lied to death, who destroyed the light.....
No one has seen her, since that dasterdly dream came
Which corrupts the mind. But Alice does the same
Two new children. Full of curiosity
Have wandered down the hole you see
It will not be long
For Alice still sings her bloody song
Stepping up, the children hand in hand
Why hello there little ones! Welcome to Wonderland
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Short Story / Fantasy
Poem / Fantasy
Poem / Riddles
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