Through the looking glass And down the rabbit hole Past the door of brass A life which Alice stole
It was not a land of wonder Which she had ventured upon But one of death and slaughter Where only the strongest won
In this world of smiling cats She was an unwelcome stranger Poor little Alice did not know That she was in such danger
First a mad tea party With the hatter and the hare Then she painted the roses red A crime which the Queen could not bare
Now poor little Alice She lies dead and still If only she had known: Real eyes must realize real lies
nicoleiguess · Tue Mar 01, 2011 @ 02:19am · 2 Comments |