Wonderland

by Alice-Little

I love the creepy theme of American McGee's Alice as well as the lyrical tone of such poets as Lewis Carrol and e.e. cummings. I tried to combine the two in this poem, which focuses on the changes that have taken place in Wonderland since Alice went mad.

Wonderland

By Alice Little

Upon a clear and starry night the

   Red Queen sat upon her throne,

And fell to telling tales all of

  Fancies she had never known

Blood and gore was all she created now

  And power was all she ever craved

But something had changed – she knew not how

  And she passed the line into depraved.

The Cheshire cat has grown quite thin

   and the landscape is much darker now,

As the hatter tortures victims on a whim

   With laughter clear upon his brow

There is no wonder is this land

  There is no joy anymore.

Darkness spreads just like a hand

  While heroes fight a losing war.

And Alice combs the tulgy wood,

  Seeking desperately the path home

While the hatter sits sipping his tea just  like

   A dog would chew upon a

Bone