Mockingjay

Friday, May 18, 2012

Madness In The Land Behind The Mirror (part 3)

My first Verse-like story. Inspiration initially from Alice Madness Returns AND The Original Alice Books(I'm a teeny bit obsessed with Alice at the moment). Reference from some of my own creations such as *My Candyland*


THE THIRD SHARD
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White chocolate balls as deadly as maces,
Candycane hooks so tall,
Rock sugar catapults on their way,
The devious locals had bared them all.

"I mean no harm!" I cried in despair,
"Cease and desist, please do!
I don't want to be killed, this isn't for real!
This definitely can't be true!"

Panting and puffing,
I then looked back,
They're stubby little legs,
Couldn't move so fast.

Something so peculiar,
I stooped down to see,
A swarm of dead flies,
All beneath a sugar lily.

"Don't touch! My dear Alice.",
A voice seemed to say,
"That poisonous beauty,
Is here to stay."

Poisoned beauties,
They stood all around,
"Everything's a danger!..."
I said while spellbound.

I took a few steps backward,
Thinking of how to escape,
But I fell right into a trap,
A liquorice one at that.

The ropes were strong,
The ropes were red,
The ropes were sticky,
Making them hard to tear.

I hung from a cotton candy tree,
Immobile and scared,
The locals soon found me,
And took me to his lair.

Strange machines lay left and right,
Freezing cold steel had blocked out light,
Behind me dragged my heavy feet,
My screams of fear did I keep.

Through clear sugar glass,
I then looked down,
The lowest floor consisted of the cellar,
In an ocean of syrup, could I drown.

Door after door,
We passed in the hall,
Now a thousand stories high,
Thats a long way to fall.

The gingerbread doors,
We passed in the hall,
Rattled and shook,
So "very" strong were those walls.

For the doors crumbled,
Into fine dust,
With each push from inside,
Manifested from bloodlust.

Up and up,
The stairs we climbed,
Into the sky,
Where the clouds never cried.

And on the ledge,
Was where he stood,
The psycho, the maniac,
The creator of cannibal food.

His mouth, lined with stitches,
Began to curve up,
"A new ingredient to experiment with?
Into the dump!"

"What? Wait! NO!"
Thats all i managed to say,
Before a huge purple snake,
Came to carry me away.

I was so close,
To that monstrous thing,
I could see the syrup pumping,
Through its veins.

The Candyman remained seated,
Looked around and paused,
The straitjacket he wore,
Showed how mad he truly was.

"A special delivery,
For the Black Queen herself,
A treat for her highness!
To show that she's nothing,
Regardless of wealth!"





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