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.