Alice of Diamonds.
The blue singer that filled all who heard with happiness and love, compassion and sadness. He truly had a voice of gold.
Alice sits in a valley, singing of two lovers who travel to distant lands. People gather around the blue singer and gaze, transfixed at the beauty of his voice.
He finishes the song and stands, making his way home.
"The second Alice was a man of diamonds—"
The Blue Alice stops. A childlike voice echoes in his head, a song. Resume walking, wave it away.
"He filled Wonderland with beautiful music—"
Stop. Look around. Start humming.
"Singing with his beautiful voice, he created a crazy world—"
A little bit of fear. Nervousness. Walk faster.
"This Alice held the blue rose flowers—"
Stop. How? How did it know? How did it know about his hallucinations? Fear. Fear.
"He was shot in the head by a cross eyed man—"
Run. Run. Run. Don't stop.
Made it. Made it home.
A man? A man in the mirror, with crossed eyes! Like in the song!
Wild eyes. Grab the gun! Quickly!
BANG!
One line echoes. No…ringing…black…Stop…
"And he was loved as he died."