A long time ago, in an unknown land, a small dream was born.

No one remembers who dreamed it, or what it was about.

The small dream was afraid that it would disappear if people did not dream of it, so it thought and thought of a plan.

At last, the small dream had come up with a plan. It thought, "I will lead people towards me and they will make my world."

The very first Alice,

was an albino Teutonic Knight,

with a sword in hand.

The very first to walk down the forest path,

Into Wonderland.

He cut down everything,

That stood in his way.

He was condemned as a sinner,

The forest is now his cage.

If weren't for the red blood trail he left,

We wouldn't know of him today.

The first Alice was the Red Alice,

Red Alice of the Spades.

The second Alice to enter, enter Wonderland,

An Austrian gentleman, with music in his hand.

Strolling with a velvet tread,

On the path to Wonderland.

He sang beautiful melodies,

To all with listening ears.

And out of those melodies of madness,

Rose a new world, a blue world.

The second Alice, Blue Alice,

Blue Alice of the Diamonds,

was like a blue rose, fragile and weak.

He met his end from a shot,

From the gun of a madman.

But everybody loved him,

So remembered he will be.

The third Alice came stomping through,

The path to Wonderland.

An angry Belarussian,

With a knife in hand.

People saw her beauty,

And obeyed her every whim.

The crowned her the Queen,

and she made a strange green country.

Around her, the world distorted,

She began to grow insane.

The third Alice, Green Alice,

Green Alice of the clovers,

Cursed to rule the Wonderland,

until her life is over.

The Fourth Alice came along,

Skipping down the path.

The Fourth Alice was two Italian children,

Two twin brothers, hand in hand.

The stubborn, cursing older one,

And the happy, smiling younger one.

They were the Fourth Alice, Yellow Alice,

Yellow Alice of the hearts.

They were having teatime beneath the roses,

When a message from the Queen arrived.

Inside was a card, a curious card,

The Trump Card, Ace of Hearts.

The two children continued on through the Wonderland,

Until they found a door.

The door held the secret,

The door held the truth,

If they had opened it, they would become the true Alice, but…

The children are locked away,

Locked inside this dream.

They will not awake again,

They will not escape.

Red Spade, Blue Diamond, Green Clover, and Yellow Hearts.

They all fell victim to the dream,

Never to return.

I wonder who will fall next?

Maybe….. it will be you?