Madness In The Land Behind The Mirror (part 2)

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 SECOND SHARD

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"The mechanical creature,

Thats degrading as we speak,

Has been dead since the 52nd of last month,

The bones are only starting to become weak.

The king's most prized pet and weapon,

Was tampered with by the Blank Joker,

You could only imagine how,

He died less than proper."

"Off with his head I presume?"

"Mind you, The Queen Of Hearts holds no place in our talk,

Impaled through his bottom right through the mouth,

And never again did he get caught."

"Of course he couldn't!

He's already dead!"

"But that never stopped him, now did it?"

"Oh, you make no sense, you stupid cat!

Now run along and go chase a rat!"

"Don't attempt to re-summon me,

That would make you seem stupider than you really are,

But even YOUR level of madness is still in question,

Regardless, you're still the star.

Be wary of where you tread,

Though the Kimeron is gone and dead,

There're still more dangers that lie ahead,

Fun, isn't it? The world inside your head?"

"How rude, black cat!

Calling people mad!

I'm not I'm telling you!

Never will be, never had!"

He disappeared,

Out like a light,

But that didn't matter,

At least he was out of my sight.

I swear i had been talking for hours and hours,

Yet the sky still stayed scarlet red,

Had no time passed by at all?

If that was so, I'd never have to go to bed!

How strange it would be,

Never having to sleep at all,

Mother would never agree to it,

In fact, she'd be perfectly appalled!

Well THAT doesn't matter,

For she's not here with me,

But I wonder about the next time i see her,

I wonder when THAT will be?

Oh well, where shall I go to now?

Take a stroll to the Black Queen,

Or march to the Kings of Spade's castle?

I know, I'll choose neither!

Everything is such a hassle!

I'll just wonder around,

Till I find the exit,

I'd better start now,

If i am to find it.

Oh my, If only my dear sister could see,

How strange is seems,

The path is now made of rock candy!

Rock candy teeth?!

What sorcery is this?

Who could make such thing?

What a horrendous dish!

I looked behind me,

Its as I left it,

Barren and enamel,

Not sweet a single bit!

I squinted in front of me,

The path was going downhill,

To meet bubbling pools and lakes,

If I were to take a tumble, I'd be killed!

Each step so slow and timid,

Did I take while descending,

The more I walked the more chocolate I smelled,

Upon the path so winding.

I took in a deep breath,

No doubt, its chocolate for real,

I looked above me and had a shock,

You couldn't believe how it feels.

Candy cane clouds covered the skies,

The lightning colouring in more white,

Not far away in minty grass,

Did a pair of gummy bears did fight.

So savage they were,

Using jagged pieces of caramel to hurt each other,

With one leg off and another hand dangling,

It was hard to tell who was surviving.

"Where am I?" i asked myself,

What's happening here?

I shouldn't have been so stubborn earlier,

Is this something that I should fear?

There are more of them coming,

Snakes of red and green as well,

"Run, Alice, RUN! I heard a voice say,

Before they get you as well!"

Madness In The Land Behind The Mirror (part 1)

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 *Mirrors and Diamond Dust*,*Hidden and *Lost Control*. For example: The bottles and the mirrors.

THE FIRST SHARD

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Madness but not madness,

Insanity but still sane,

Ignorant but always wary,

I truly wonder who's to blame.

This is not just nonsense,

This is not just play,

For what was not to be, seems to be,

My mind alone had gone astray.

Behind my mirror of light,

Where one steps through the glass,

Sliding pass the numerous cracks,

I had begun to relive the past.

A dream within a dream,

Regardless awake or asleep,

Visions so clear, so very real,

From behind the rusted back frame, did i peep.

The land was barren,

Colors of blacks, browns and greys,

The Monstirmae had growled in the distance,

Its echo, lasting for 23 whole days.

The path was paved with teeth it seemed,

For who would be so generous but to give?

Where it lead, i had no idea,

The more i walked, the more dead it seemed,

Nothing appeared to live.

There came a sign made of floating blood,

Suspended in letters so big and bright,

To the north was the Black Queen, herself,

To the east, the Mad Bloodshedder took to life.

"Neither seems pleasant", I told myself,

What could this tom foolery be?

A monarchy of chess pieces always at war,

Wiping out life as far as the eye could see?

"Everyone's mad here", I said out loud,

To which i expected no answer,

The March Executioner seemed to have heard,

Of which he sprang to his feet at the sound of my words.

He worked for the Black Queen,

He hissed to me,

That speaking such things would cost me my head,

Not that it mattered to him,

For he preferred everybody gone and dead.

Bound to her orders,

Not a hair on my mad little head could he harm,

But ushered me to the borders of Queensland,

And assured me of the Black Queen's menacing charm.

I wandered a bit off the path,

Splitting into 8,

So many ways to travel,

But which one would bring me to the gates?

I like my head on my shoulders,

Where they rightfully belong,

But maybe SHE knows what happened here,

Of what went terribly wrong.

I came across a skeleton so big,

Strange as it would seem,

Cogs and wheels were embedded in his bones,

Oh, what a strange strange dream!

"Whose work is this?"

I said as I played with a wheel,

A corpse-like cat, so black and thin,

Offered to answer me if i made a deal.

To Destroy the King of Spades,

That lay in Kingsdome to the west,

When it came to cruelty and mutilation,

The Black Queen was far from being the best.

"And why should i help you?, I said,

Why listen to a cat?"

"Because you've said it yourself, we're all mad here,

Assist your kin, and that it that."

"The Land Behind The Mirror,

Twas you that made the change,

For those whom fell victim to your pain,

Its only natural, that its you we blame.

Those bottles of sorrow and fury,

You kept within that broken heart,

Where do you actually think it all went?

Look around you for a start!

The mutation began,

It started lethal and slow,

Our survival became most important,

Your self-abuse took its toll,

The contents of those bottles,

Filled our hearts so black,

A new evil reigns here,

Yet you've so conveniently come back."

"So all this is my fault,

Is that what you're trying to say?"

"But of course, its not often for,

Mere reflections to betray.

They show more truth,

Then the objects in which they echo,

Same goes for that mirror of yours,

As if you didn't already know..."

Mirrors and Diamond Dust

What you see in the mirror,

This illusion as its called,

Sometimes holds more truth in life,

Than the object it reflects.

It shows us whats in front of it,

Not what WE want to see,

Of wishful thinking and of will,

Snuffed out in its presence shall those candles be.

How depressing or how dark things look,

Will only worsen if we continue to believe,

In lies, illusions and lovely visions,

Those cracks in the mirror, only too damaged to see.

Even if there was a mirror,

If theres no light, we still can't see,

Thats where diamond dust comes in,

Sparkling oh so brilliantly,

Some too bright to bear,

Some too dim to notice,

But when lit altogether,

Tells of wonder, hope and a wish.

A wish for a private world,

Of what you make of it,

A place to truly call your own,

Create it yourself, bit by bit.

Surrounded by falling stars,

Whose light glows brighter in the glass,

Transforming black into white,

Warping you into another world, so beautiful and vast.

And on the walls, when bathed in light,

Could one see his inner thoughts,

Scrawled and written with such emotion,

That such thing could never be copied from or bought.

Regardless if its only for me or the world,

My mirror is a place of peace,

To express and be inspired by,

A place to breathe at ease.

The mirror is as you make it,

Whether smooth, cracked or destroyed,

Mine's just embedded with individuality and sad emotions,

What exists in my mirror, i accept and merely enhance.