Red knight, white night, marching into the fight. Drink me, eat me, fill me to sink me...
Her Name is Alice by Shinedown.
Phantasmagoria
It was an evening in July,
in a boat beneath a sunny sky.
Alice, seven, nestled near,
eager eye and willing ear,
pleased a simple song to hear.
It was on the River Inspiration,
the flowing delight of the British nation.
The song she heard was a thing of beauty,
of raging queens and drinking tea.
She chortled in joy at the display,
while sunlight on the river did play.
She felt nothing could worsen this fine day,
but woe did come upon her good play.
On shining shore did he stand
White Rabbit with watch in hand.
He stood erect in nervous stance,
quite afraid to join the sprightly dance.
"Alice, Alice!" he did much cry
To the dreaming girl passing by,
"An Evil doth approach my dear friend!
I fear this will be our story's end!"
At this did our dear Alice laugh,
a naïve youth of the distaff.
" How can that rotten day be so!
The Sol had never so much glow?"
The White Rabbit painfully sighed with hands twisting tight.
"That was the same manner that got you so full of spite."
Alice leaned over to hear her friend dear,
Bui a casual slip of the hand and down into the watery mirror!
She tried to breath but alack!
Fires around stole her soul back!
All she saw was fire and all she heard was wails
of those she loved crackling like rusted nails
as those assigned to hold the gates of Hades shut!
She fought through the smoke and flares,
those fires clawing to ensnare
to eat and slake their hunger
on Alice's flesh younger!
The door she found
and with strength she broke it down!
The knob was hot
and her hands did rot
from it's unforgiving touch!
Listen, whispers, of "Ha, Ha, Ha! You're too much!"
She crawled on the floor in pain,
her tears falling like rain
and form convulsing
in bawls and hurting!
"You are pathetic and worthless !"
The whispers did confess.
"You let your friends warp and oh,
Do I hear your family so?
They sound so alight.
They must burn bright!"
Alice fought the tears and voices ,
oh those beloved voices,
did they cry so!
She grabbed the door
her hands now were no more,
but her family did cry
"Save yourself Alice!"
The fires raged , full of Malice,
as fleshless feet did carry poor Alice.
She ran to the front door,
But fires decided they loved her taste more!
They leaped on her flesh
and caught her night dress!
Her hair once blonde now burned brunette,
and her sapphire eyes now blazed an emerald set!
She rushed out for into the frostbitten winter air
But her mind was on other cares!
"What did I do to deserve this,
for the fire to lick my family and my bones my flesh to miss!"
Her eyes welled with tears,
the true sum of her feats.
"I swear I'll never love again!"
she screamed to the skies in pain!
"For all I love die or twist,
And all I know is war and slit wrists!"
The carrion birds serried around.
Alice fell limp to the ground,
To arise, truly, nevermore…
Malice, once a little, innocent girl known as Alice Pleasance Liddell, a little girl who dreamed much and said cute, odd things beyond the world's comprehension, awoke sweating burning rivers and gasping for breath, each bit of air like manna from Heaven. She threw back her blankets and stumbled back into reality, her emaciated form shaking from the shock of the cold air.
Her eyes full of tears, she searched for the fire, her friends, her family, any trace of reality or happiness that laid in the depths of her mind. Upon discovering all three to be non-existing, she pared her breathing and sat, exhausted, on her bed. Quivering with cold shakes she straightened her white night dress and crawled into her bed, entering fetal position. She commenced rubbing her legs for warmth and began to inspect for any possible burns still there. Any sign of the "fish scales", as her doctor once called her burnt skin that once covered every inch of her, were long gone, unlike her real pains.
She laid her head upon the pillow and pulled her sheets upon her, whispering things like "It's all right. They're not coming to get us. No, they're not," and other queer ramblings, truly anything to comfort her deeply troubled soul.
"The nightmares are getting worse, but we can not tell a soul!" she thought. "Any more of that nonsense and the commanders will ship us back to the Ward."
She, in vain, tried to convinced her eyes to shut and, as she laid in the blackened room, she began to croon a little song about lobsters and quadrilles.
The last conscious thought she had was as she laid gazing out of the cabin's window to the night sky was how the hanging crescent moon reminded her of her friends and how she missed them so…
A blood curdling scream rang across the ship.
And contrariwise, what it is it wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would.
You see?
Now it time to put your blade to work…
This is a preview to a piece of fiction I may write, depending on whether or not my beloved reviewers would like it so.
Or not.
Simply put, war is coming to the Disney Kingdom, and it is up to a rag tag group of heroes and villains to save the world. Think you have read something like this before? Oh, no, dear reader. You have not…
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