Alice in the land of cards

Alice the delight and wonder of wonder land, with sapphire eyes, and rose lips, danced so gallantly drunk within the looking glass. Feeding, so high and uncouth on duchess's drink, and hatters touch.

Rose lips and porcelain hands,
dancing within the blood red looking glass...
dearest child where have you gone?

A country of hearts,
painted in red by flying card hearts,
and crimson jesters....
Peter rabbit suddenly, flies by on broken gears
of silver and monochrome.
And yet, Alice you dance about
in the blood red looking glass.

Such fine spun glass legs,
taking on a macabre waltz.
feeding on the duchess's wine,
and foul, are you drowning?
The Glass half full on crimson drink spins wildly.
and the Cheshire black and lavender,
rides wildly high on waves of freesia, and rose.
But, still you twirl about in the blood red looking glass.

Drowned is she...
how decadent.
Aqua dress, white silk apron, and white shoes--

sigh Alice's chest hurts, her breath short, and all the more
tastelessly flushed skin parched for a liquid drink greater than blood.
she's dyed her hair from gold wheat, to ivory,
she's dyed her dress and apron violet and pink...
and shoes crimson...
all within this hollowed looking glass.

Yet, onward the cards marched
for their misdealt queen, and their hunger.
Dearest Alice run for they approach...
to paint your finely porcelain waist black and blue,
and those thighs, so soft, red--

sigh, her heart's breaking, spinning wildly like Peter rabbit
and his watch gears.
Yet, the duchess continues to spill more liquid warmth into
that tiny bode, Alice.
but, still you dance about the looking glass drunk on madness.

Perhaps, dear Alice,
this be the work of mad hatter?
how he'd tease you of your undeveloped chest...
and claim you simply a foolish maiden.
Nonetheless,
surely you less than perceived those amorous glances--
spinning wildly peter went stealing your vision, by the lake of tortoise.
Hatter watched. Saw those petite cream buds blossom with ruby inlaid jewels.
how his eyes perked golden and foul, and lips so red, slipped from them drool.
but, you ,the fool let, yourself remain in the filled glass.

ignoring the approach of red heart's blades,
and hatter's hands.
Alice, surely you saw the flush gently come upon your body,
and you danced in heat and drunken stupor...

Alice this isn't you,
screamed Cheshire...
of course you hear nothing, for all he worth, be freesia and rose.
High, cryptic, and misconceived as stupid.

Silly Alice, silly fool, drunk and trapped in a grotesque state...
the child danced onward as arms and hands played her a pawn before
the queen.
no better than they, Alice lived in the land of cards.

Reviews

[Karci Clest]

Oh Wow. I I don't even know what to say. It's a brilliant piece of art! I love it, the story the unfolds right near the end! Oh my goodness, I can barely breath. It took my breath away. Powerful work, beautiful. I can't wait to see more!

[Average person]

Wonderful write. Being that Alice in Wonderland is one of my favorites it is even more splendid! Simply fascinating! great job! :)

[songstress]

Glad to see you approve. For some reason wonderland has become my new obsession. Regardless, thank you.