🕯️ Alice in the Gloaming Glass 🕯️

Through corridors of fractured time,
Alice walked where bells don’t chime.
A moonless sky, a pale-lamped street,
With echoing whispers at her feet.

The Rabbit’s watch had cracked in two,
Its ticking heart now black and blue.
The Hatter’s smile, a ragged seam,
Stretched wide within a broken dream.

The roses bled with ink so dark,
Their thorns aglow with ember’s spark.
The Queen’s red crown was made of bone,
Her scepter carved from hearts of stone.

Alice wandered, calm but wan,
Her shadow twice as long as dawn.
It whispered truths she dared not say,
And tugged her gently far away.

No tea was poured, no riddles told,
Just laughter ringing thin and cold.
The Caterpillar turned to dust,
The Cheshire grinned, then turned to rust.

She reached a glass of iron hue,
That showed not one, but two Alices through.
One smiled sweet, her bow still neat—
The other bared her jagged teeth.

And as the glass began to break,
She knew at last she’d made mistake.
For Wonderland was not a place,
But slumber’s mask upon her face.

She woke in bed, yet not alone…
The grinning girl had followed home.