The Many Faces of Wonderland

Poor little Alice, she has become oh so sad...
Her whole life story seems to be very bad...
Her Wonderland dreams are so very far away...
But her Wonderland nightmares are here to stay...

In the sky of Wonderland, a crescent moon shines,
The Cheshire Cat, he grins at me, though I don't know why.
Does he know some secret, or is he plotting my demise?
I suppose the only way to know is to look into his eyes!

The dear little Hatter, he went so mad,
And there's no doubt it made many people sad.
His perfect inventions have but one thing a skew,
They are made from the parts of me and you...

The Caterpillar smokes, as he sits on his stool,
His face his quite squinty, but his demeanor is cool.
He's an expert on mushrooms and recitations too,
But his only question is, "Who are you?"

The Duchess is fierce, with teeth that gnash,
And she likes lots of pepper, not just a pinch or a dash.
She knows how to cook, and into her pot she will lead,
Anyone who doesn't know it is her time to feed.

The Red Queen sits upon her throne, her wickedness a terrible sight,
Her domination has brought Wonderland into an eternal night.
She feeds off her subjects, off thier sorrow-filled cries,
But she sees her doom drawing near, deep in a young girl's eyes.