If you look, very hard
you'll find me in a kind of yard
a forest, trees, fungi too
even the occasional clockwork shrew
In my world, things are much stranger
the floor is sequenced into checkers
one end houses the Queen of Heart's palace,
and the other's mine, of course, not alice's.
My sky sits purple, it is plain
that with all the mirrors, I am vain,
but in the end, they're really just portals
to that wonderful world where I am immortal
where the grass is black, and the trees are green
not everything has to be as it seems
mr white rabbit is not so very white
in fact, he is brown, and glows green in the night
but what is night, you ask, if the day is purple?
and night is of course just a revolution of a circle
Night is gray, unlike the clouds in the sky,
sometimes it is white, Or even black, I wonder why.
wonderland has nothing on me
my suits of cards get along in threes
I am the queen of spades, you see,
no other around outside is quite like me.
I am the oddity of these parts,
they don't know about the red rain, or the performing arts
you see, I am Rose, and they follow me
I am in control of all of this
just wait and see
I have not defeated the queen of Hearts,
She controls the other half, and there,
there is only dark. |
Submission Name: Wonderland Chronicles #1
