Disclaimer: I don't own her. American Mcgee does.
A/N: Just a little poem I came up with after seeing the opening sequence for the game. Enjoy.
I woke up to the smell of smoke and the sight of fire in my room.
"We must save Alice!!! Save yourself, Alice!!!" I hear my friends exclaim.
"Mom?! Dad?!" I scream for my parents, but, they cannot hear me. Are they already dead?
Run. All I do is run from this blazing inferno that was my home.
"Mom?! Dad?!" I scream out again, but, all in vain.
So, I run like a scared little bunny into the safety of the snow, while my parent burn alive.
My battered and bruised body slumps itself in the snow.
I open my eyes only to watch in horror, the last few minutes of my house burning down.
It was no accident. No, she did it. She did it to kill me.
I look down to see my blood stain the snow red.
Paint it red, piant it red.
Paint it red, so the queen will never know.
Paint it red, paint it red.
Paint it red, so she won't chop off your head.
"Who painted my roses red?!" Her voice rings in my head.
I painted them red.
Paint it red, paint it red.
Paint it red, and fear not Wonderland. For soon little Alice will have revenge.
Paint it red, paint it red.
End.
A/N: I hope it didn't come out too crappy. I'm really not that good at writting poems. You gotta give me credit for trying, though. R/R
A/N: Just a little poem I came up with after seeing the opening sequence for the game. Enjoy.
I woke up to the smell of smoke and the sight of fire in my room.
"We must save Alice!!! Save yourself, Alice!!!" I hear my friends exclaim.
"Mom?! Dad?!" I scream for my parents, but, they cannot hear me. Are they already dead?
Run. All I do is run from this blazing inferno that was my home.
"Mom?! Dad?!" I scream out again, but, all in vain.
So, I run like a scared little bunny into the safety of the snow, while my parent burn alive.
My battered and bruised body slumps itself in the snow.
I open my eyes only to watch in horror, the last few minutes of my house burning down.
It was no accident. No, she did it. She did it to kill me.
I look down to see my blood stain the snow red.
Paint it red, piant it red.
Paint it red, so the queen will never know.
Paint it red, paint it red.
Paint it red, so she won't chop off your head.
"Who painted my roses red?!" Her voice rings in my head.
I painted them red.
Paint it red, paint it red.
Paint it red, and fear not Wonderland. For soon little Alice will have revenge.
Paint it red, paint it red.
End.
A/N: I hope it didn't come out too crappy. I'm really not that good at writting poems. You gotta give me credit for trying, though. R/R