Wonderland
By Alice Little
Upon a clear and starry night the
Red Queen sat upon her throne,
And fell to telling tales all of
Fancies she had never known
Blood and gore was all she created now
And power was all she ever craved
But something had changed – she knew not how
And she passed the line into depraved.
The Cheshire cat has grown quite thin
and the landscape is much darker now,
As the hatter tortures victims on a whim
With laughter clear upon his brow
There is no wonder is this land
There is no joy anymore.
Darkness spreads just like a hand
While heroes fight a losing war.
And Alice combs the tulgy wood,
Seeking desperately the path home
While the hatter sits sipping his tea just like
A dog would chew upon a
Bone