"Victoria England Elegy"
by: ojamajo-tigereye
She was once a doe-eyed young girl
But, now, in her head, sickness does swirl
At the death of her sanity
Her world came into anarchy
And so she gave up her worldly life
Taking, and slowly, twisting a knife
Into a blackened imaginary friend
So, to this girl, an elegy, I send:
Alice, dear Alice, listen to me
Stay and fight; do not flee
For it turn and run away
Light will no longer shine on your day