I see you there, alone and scared
You're lost and confused, but I don't really care
Leave at once, I demand
And take your trembling arm in my hand
You cringe and back away from me
So, this wasn't someplace you chose to be
Medicine? Oh, blast it all
You come with me down the hall
I show you a map of Wonderland
And explain how the loyalties stand
Three territories, the Castle, the Park, and Hatters
Though in truth, to me they don't matter
Back to work, I take a seat
Did I hear you say my wares are neat?
I disagree and wave you off
As you walked away at my rudeness you scoff
Not that it matters though
Those without roles I've no reason to know
Oh, but an Outsider, of all things!
Does no one remember the trouble they bring?
I shouldn't work myself up so
But still, I wonder where she'll go
I hide it well, but even in me
Hides curiosity of change I don't let others see
Six thousand two hundred and twelve cycles now
To fix clocks for that long, I wonder how
But I get lost in its lovely sound
Watching as the hands spin around
The once full box is empty upon her return
I look at her so cruelly that it burns
Alice Liddell she says is her name
She'll be staying here? My, what a shame…
Those silent days when only I'm here
I'd hate for them to all disappear
She insists on helping me
But the meaning of clocks she needs not see
The more you know the harder it is
To escape from such a world as this
The last outsider, one thousand cycles ago
The knowledge she carried was too much to go
But what is one more soul to the call?
Heart or clock, all things fall
At the end of the season of Hearts maybe,
I'll have satisfied this burning curiosity
/Experimental Julius poetry writing. It doesn't flow as well as Peter's did, though I might keep going with it just for the fun of it XD(By the way, the first two lines of the last stanza were both song references, "One More Soul to the Call" from Silent Hill and "Stray" from Wolf's Rain) Reviews are loved :3
