An acidic wasteland bears my name

Even our breaths are laced with fear

An insightful mind is tossed to shame

For the Boojum's shriek, "The queen grows near!"


Lost in turmoil, plundered from grace

Our savior is not a diplomat

A bloodied knife takes a treaty's place

No advisor but me; her hellish cat.


This world is ravaged; a realm of malice

Born of a rulers dreadful wrath

Card guards slice and stab poor Alice

All on the tryant's wicked behalf.


But when the tide beats forever long

with heart against the spade

We'll fight against what she has done wrong

Until all the blood has been repaid.

Author's Note: Eh, I'm not too proud of this one, but I figured I'd post it anyway. I hope you enjoyed it.