Don't ask me, I can't explain why I did it. The format, scheme, meter, pattern, and everything in this poem are straight from Lewis Carroll's. All I did was change most of the words. I get the weirdest random ideas sometimes... But either way, enjoy and please let me know what you think :)

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Scorpion Key

'Twas chilly in the cellar air,
Black casket wood reflected firelight.
He stood expecting her to act,
And cold dread gripped her at the sight.

"Beware the Grasshopper, my dear!
For it hops, and oh how high!
The Scorpion is the key, if in
Our grave you wish us not to lie!"

She took the Scorpion in hand:
Long time her trembling nerve she sought--
Then switched her grasp to the Grasshopper,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in thoughts of death she stood,
Her dark angel, with eyes of flame,
Came storming to the mantle wood,
And losing patience as he came!

Oh, which! Oh, which! To turn which switch?
And be buried alive both ways!
She took a breath, chose living death
And met his burning gaze.

"And, have you turned the Scorpion?
Come to my arms, forget your boy!
O living wife! My love! My life!"
He shed tears in his joy.

'Twas chilly in the cellar air,
Black casket wood reflected firelight.
He stood expecting her to act,
And cold dread gripped her at the sight.

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