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.

Food for thought

Of all the things that were meant to be,
What if they weren't?
If fish to swim high in the sky,
And birds fly down below.

The days would turn like a hamster wheel,
Back and forth it would rock,
If you could live each day with a different start,
Our loved ones would never have to part.

If food were as common as grass and moss,
Growing off trees like parasites,
If water was the morning light that floods the dawn,

And the sea of air which land floats.

What if things that weren't to be,

Were what we are?

Animals that run its wheel smaller and smaller,

That throws food into a fire.

That hit one another with stones and boulders,

And tumble into naught but oblivion,

That worship ancient shiny rocks,

And numbers that burst from two to a kazillion.

That creates evil and uses it against each other in the name of good,

That sheds its own blood for pride and glory,

Thats willing to destroy himself to obtain what he creates,

That freely picks his own dictator to bring him ruin.

If this madness is our sanity,

Then when CAN we be insane?

When can we make whats not to be, to be,

If it wasn't but it was?

And when can we make whats possible to be IMPOSSIBLE,

When everything's but in our heads?

After the Jabberwocky's death

The Vorpal sword swings swift and true,
Its age old foe it sought,
Snicker-snack went the blade,
Gushing out blood so black.

Insidious ruin, or as its called,
A mere remnant of what it was,
What it would have been if it wasn't,
And would be if it was.

And what it wasn't, because it is,
Would be ruby red so clear,
Instead of gooey black and sticky ends,
Which all of Wonderland did fear.

The blood runs thick, it spread around,
Engulfing everything in sight,
What have you done, Alice my dear?
When so mighty a beast have you striked.

She left it dead, off with its head,
Or so the story goes,
It did not say anything about the corruption it brought,
When such great danger it did pose.

It ran through the rivers, destroyed all life,
What become of the land?
Earthquakes here, volcanoes there,
On which we could hardly stand.

Everyone's mad, bonkers, insane,
In this land of wonder,
The queen had caught the Jubjub bird,
Which gives one much to ponder.

The efforts used for this monstrous creature,
Were doubled for the Bandersnatch,
Why would she go to such ridiculous lengths,
For jaws that bite and claws that catch?

Strike terror in their hearts, she did,
With jaws and claws did twice the damage,
The queen so red, ruled the land,
With an iron fist did she release her rage.

Oh Alice, go redeem yourself,
Slay the red queen as well,
With a grip so tight on Wonderland,
The things she had done, I could never tell.

Monstirmae (Parody of Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll)

Twas twilight that brought the morning chill,

Did prey alike cower together,

All shaky were the late water reeds,

And the moths that run from cruel weather.

"Beware the Monstirmae, oh young one,

The sharpest tongue and fake persona,

Beware her foul minions and do shun,

Her sharpened heart snatching claws.

He took his broken heart in hand,

Long time had he loved but now had sought,

So rested he by the tall oak tree,

And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in midthought, there he stood,

The Monstirmae with eyes of hate.

Came stomping through the silent wood,

And snarled as she came.

One two! one two! And through and through,

His wounded heart went snicker-snack!

He left hers dead, off with her imbecilic head,

He went triumphantly back.

"And, has thou slain the monster's heart?

Come to MY arms, my beamish boy!

O happy days! Hurrah! Hurray!"

He chortled in his new found joy.

Twas twilight that brought the morning chill,

Did prey alike cower together,

All shaky were the late water reeds,

And the moths that run from cruel weather.

Day and Night

Of all the days we live and such,

The mornings are all a blur,

With baby blue hems with pretty white lace,

Which is blown away when the wind stirs.

The day is fickle, her and her gowns,

Which changes as her moods sweeten and sour,

From purples to blues to greys to reds,

Dost she toss around.

She twirls and turns around the room,

Until her round faced sister takes the stage,

Only one dress hath she to offer,

But infinitely more beautiful than her sister, Day.

Embedded with sparkly things,

Layers of translucent material hang from her sleeves,

That helped time and time again to cover her face,

When that happens, all fall asleep to the silent lullaby she doth sing.

After Day, the silvery voiced, wakes the world from slumber,

Does she rise from beneath the covers,

And bathes the world in all her radiant beauty.