Broken
She's grown from her childhood fantasy
And craves for blissful fiction once more
She yearns so much it balefully churns
Burns wildly in her fevered mind
Until all else blurs and fades around her
Dim and unreal against her flame
But her childhood imagination
Grew to match her corrupted innocence
Gaudy brightness dulled and blemished
Tarnished with such unkind knowledge
And ethereal effervescent creatures
Have another darker purpose
Where once small mild-mannered critters
Skittered shyly from her gentle path
Rough-mouthed creations now growl forcefully
Hidden in silent and deep underbrush
Benign but magical mysterious potions
Are novel concoctions meaning life or death
The harmless yet deliciously tasteful snacks
Triggers grandeur seen only beyond stark reality
And the Queen is newly spattered with her colour
Her roses never again their innocent hue
Paint drips from nerveless fingers
Unneeded when a different medium springs abundant
While the rabbit who used to run around
Hanging desperately onto his watch and gloves
He crawls to and fro without purpose or hope
For it is far too late for him by now
Then there's something wrong in the tea
The party-goers emitting raucous laughter
Playing loose games and singing bawdy songs
All inhibitions ceasing to exist
Where once she sadly lost her way
And wondrous consoling friends appeared
Now she flees from her own creations
A singular sinister objective in their minds
Every time she attempts blessed escape
She loses every tumultuous path back home
For her one doorway from which she fell
Has shattered since she entered her dream's reality
And now the Looking Glass is as broken
As Alice has become
She's grown from her childhood fantasy
And craves for blissful fiction once more
She yearns so much it balefully churns
Burns wildly in her fevered mind
Until all else blurs and fades around her
Dim and unreal against her flame
But her childhood imagination
Grew to match her corrupted innocence
Gaudy brightness dulled and blemished
Tarnished with such unkind knowledge
And ethereal effervescent creatures
Have another darker purpose
Where once small mild-mannered critters
Skittered shyly from her gentle path
Rough-mouthed creations now growl forcefully
Hidden in silent and deep underbrush
Benign but magical mysterious potions
Are novel concoctions meaning life or death
The harmless yet deliciously tasteful snacks
Triggers grandeur seen only beyond stark reality
And the Queen is newly spattered with her colour
Her roses never again their innocent hue
Paint drips from nerveless fingers
Unneeded when a different medium springs abundant
While the rabbit who used to run around
Hanging desperately onto his watch and gloves
He crawls to and fro without purpose or hope
For it is far too late for him by now
Then there's something wrong in the tea
The party-goers emitting raucous laughter
Playing loose games and singing bawdy songs
All inhibitions ceasing to exist
Where once she sadly lost her way
And wondrous consoling friends appeared
Now she flees from her own creations
A singular sinister objective in their minds
Every time she attempts blessed escape
She loses every tumultuous path back home
For her one doorway from which she fell
Has shattered since she entered her dream's reality
And now the Looking Glass is as broken
As Alice has become