I Dream of Red…
Author: Clifford J. Thompson
Favorite quote:
"Well...how do you know I'm mad?" said alice. "You must be mad or you wouldn't have come here..." ~ Lewis Carrol
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I dream of tea with hats and hares, laughter ensued...I without a care.
Playing games and telling jokes, these nice things were soon to be broke.
I awoke, because of my friends; saving me from a fiery end.
Soon there after went my cat, into the hall, into the black.
I ran to my parents, they told me to get, I asked them why, they said don't fit.
That is why I ran outside, into the snow, while my parents fried.
Twasn't long 'fore I wake from bed, with a very dizzy head.
In a place unknown…a place not home.
As I pondered the events, the more and more everything lost sense.
A nurse came into my maddening room; she left me my puppet, my hare, and left in gloom.
The look in its eyes had emptiness and fear, for this hare had gone away from here.
Nevertheless, I hugged it so, and to my surprised, it grabbed then let go.
"Save us Alice!" was what it said, into my ear, upon my bed.
Drifting off to dreams I slumber, going into a land of Wonder'.
This place had changed since last I came, everything here looked much in pain.
Walls that pulsed and polluted water, the people however didn't seem bothered.
It seemed they've accepted their fate, hoping to die, not wanting to wait.
Like a gnat that comes and go, without being seen beneath my nose, the Cheshire cat came with a grin that'll never close.
An earring and tattoos covered his body, this new look of his was a bit gaudy.
He still gave advice in riddles, such as rhymes, with a smart remark to lay in your mind.
I received a knife that yearned for my touch, and as it turns out I'll be using it much.
The cat spoke of things that had changed that night, things such as the queen and how she gives a fright.
Yet for some reason I wasn't scared of that witch; I'd like to use my knife to scratch her itch.
Somehow I feel I'll get my chance, and it will be such a glorious dance.
Yes a dance it will be…a dance of red; it won't be long when she's out of my head.
That dance of red will be the final hour; I dream of red, yes! a very red shower.
Author: Clifford J. Thompson
Favorite quote:
"Well...how do you know I'm mad?" said alice. "You must be mad or you wouldn't have come here..." ~ Lewis Carrol
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I dream of tea with hats and hares, laughter ensued...I without a care.
Playing games and telling jokes, these nice things were soon to be broke.
I awoke, because of my friends; saving me from a fiery end.
Soon there after went my cat, into the hall, into the black.
I ran to my parents, they told me to get, I asked them why, they said don't fit.
That is why I ran outside, into the snow, while my parents fried.
Twasn't long 'fore I wake from bed, with a very dizzy head.
In a place unknown…a place not home.
As I pondered the events, the more and more everything lost sense.
A nurse came into my maddening room; she left me my puppet, my hare, and left in gloom.
The look in its eyes had emptiness and fear, for this hare had gone away from here.
Nevertheless, I hugged it so, and to my surprised, it grabbed then let go.
"Save us Alice!" was what it said, into my ear, upon my bed.
Drifting off to dreams I slumber, going into a land of Wonder'.
This place had changed since last I came, everything here looked much in pain.
Walls that pulsed and polluted water, the people however didn't seem bothered.
It seemed they've accepted their fate, hoping to die, not wanting to wait.
Like a gnat that comes and go, without being seen beneath my nose, the Cheshire cat came with a grin that'll never close.
An earring and tattoos covered his body, this new look of his was a bit gaudy.
He still gave advice in riddles, such as rhymes, with a smart remark to lay in your mind.
I received a knife that yearned for my touch, and as it turns out I'll be using it much.
The cat spoke of things that had changed that night, things such as the queen and how she gives a fright.
Yet for some reason I wasn't scared of that witch; I'd like to use my knife to scratch her itch.
Somehow I feel I'll get my chance, and it will be such a glorious dance.
Yes a dance it will be…a dance of red; it won't be long when she's out of my head.
That dance of red will be the final hour; I dream of red, yes! a very red shower.