In shadows deep, where
Curiosity’s flame ignites,
Alice, a vision in black lace,
Wanders through enchanted nights.
With a skeletal rabbit by her side,
And the Cheshire Cat’s grin above,
She dances through the twisted woods,
A dark queen of Wonderland’s love.
Top hat adorned, with an inky feather,
A single eye, a haunting stare,
She sips from cups of bitter tea,
And breathes the melancholic air.
Crimson roses, black as night,
Bloom where her solemn footsteps fall,
A symphony of silent sighs,
Echoes through the magical hall.
For in this land of eerie dreams,
Where madness holds a gentle sway,
Gothic Alice finds her peace,
And forever chooses to stay.
The Crazymad Writer Writes Again 