This poem was mainly inspired by a combination of to much AIW and Edgar Allen Poe
Alice
Alice fell asleep,
May 5th,
1864.
She dreamed she'd found
A wonderland,
Upon a summers day.
"Things are never what they seem."
She heard a madman say.
How greatly glad she did decline,
When he begged her to stay.
She wandered through the Red Queen's halls,
So dark, and dank, decayed.
There she met the Queen of Hearts,
Who wished the girl, to slay.
Alice woke up yesterday,
In the old graveyard.
Dust and wood where at her feet,
And at her head, a stone.
On it, carved in Roman words,
Which she could hardly read.
Where written the very lines,
You are about to see.
Alice fell asleep
May 5th,, 1864.
She was born on that day,
Twelve short years ago.
Here lies a beloved child,
Loved by all she knew.
May her soul,
In peace repose.
Born 1852,
Died 1864.
I did research on the date that the real Alice was born.
Please R&R, I'll give you tea and cakes.
