The Demise of Alice
It was all there in the Wonderland Herald
Pictures in black and white
Of a murder scene so stunning
A gruesome tale, a gruesome sight.
I am propelled onward by my own morbid curiosity.
Blood trickled slowly from the axe
Dripping casually upon the spotted earth
Crimson splatters of life's essence fleck the ground
A grim testament to twisted mirth.
Death comes for us all eventually.
Dissolution and loss heaped upon the ground
I see the remains of a twisted fairy tale
A last fleeting image of Alice lying face down
Her blood mixing with cake long stale.
I'm sure that she was killed by the March Hare.
The caterpillar lead the investigation off
With a distrustful quarry of, Who are you?
But alas even the Tweedles, Dee and Dum saw nothing
Even when questioned two by two.
I suspect that the Mad Hatter was an accomplice.
The Cheshire Cat smiled knowingly
But danced away singing a silly tune.
But what serious answers can you really expect
When you question an insane buffoon.
After all it consumed it's own young you know.
The investigation led to a strange turn
When the Hare's bank account turned up a substantial sum.
The Queen of Hearts maybe hired the hit on Alice?
Difficult to prove with the Hare still on the run.
I think he is hiding out in another fairy tale.
Perhaps... they should question Rumpelstiltskin.



























