Everything in Wonderland
Is destined to repeat
A spinning wheel of madness
That will drown you in defeat
Alice knew the atmosphere
Was poisonous, at best
She’d seen it enough times to know
The wicked never rest
And when the war was over
She knew it would start again
But nobody would listen
So she kept burying her friends
Till she was the last one standing
Over a Wonderland of graves
And she wonders if survival
Was worth the price she paid.
~Mandy KocsisĀ©2021~
I love this-Alice has been a muse for me and the imagery of a “Wonderland of graves” is stunning.