The creator of that monstrosity,
Was killing Wonderland,
Leaving Alice full of fury.
The vorpal blade,
Served her quite well,
One by one,
Her enemies fell.
The journey,
Through the corruption and ruin,
Gave her strength,
Enough to face him.
The cause of her madness,
The cause of the fire,
Off with his head!
Death to the liar!
Back in London,
Where the Jabberwock was none,
Where nobody spoke of cabbages and kings,
Did Alice break into a run.
Off to the Dollmaker!
Who makes children forget,
A mere toy they've become,
Where they're sold to pedophiles at the highest bet.
The Looking Glass Line,
Was now set in motion,
Hear its steam,
Hear its commotion.
She pushed him,
Yes, she did!
Right in front of the train, it was!
Hope he didn't survive! God forbid!
How strange everything is now,
A hybrid of London and Wonderland,
Her memories though damaged are safe,
Here in Londerland.
Tsk,tsk, Alice,
The damage can't be undone,
Your as mad as a hatter,
But all the best people are, hun.
Click here to read Part 1 (http://mirrorsanddiamonddust.blogspot.com/2012/03/what-brought-fire.html)
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