A girl named Alice
With hair of gold
Fell down the rabbit hole
There she met a mischievous cat;
with hidden intentions
A man with a hat;
on Alice's side for sure
And a girl adorned in flowers;
a mystery to all
To find her way home
Alice must kill the ones
Who hold her soul captive
With blood stained hands
She completed her task
Killing the cat in the process
The Queen of Hearts
Clad all in black
Wanted the poor girl's soul
She had Alice captured
By a band of Suits
That brought her to the castle
But there were things
The Queen could not foretell
And so she died by the young girl's hand
The time had come
For Alice to leave
So stepped forward the Flower
She raised her arm
Aimed the gun
And blew out Alice's brain matter
From her coma at last
And came to believe it was all a dream
The Red Princess, her name Garnet, paced her bedroom, wringing her hands together. Her dark eyes were locked on the mirror to her left, watching her own movements. Her ears were tuned beyond the tapping of her feet on the chessboard styled flooring beneath her.
She was waiting for news of her ill father. The feeling she had, that he would be passing soon, pleased her to no end. Once he was gone, she would be left as the ruler of the kingdom. She had been waiting for this day for so long.
The only obstacle in her way, once the King was gone, was her pesky elder brother. Years had passed since she'd realized her dream to become Queen, and yet she still had not figured out what exactly to do about that boy.
Killing him was out of the option. That would make people suspicious or rebel against her. She could not have that. Not if she wanted to take over the whole of Wonderland – becoming the next Queen of Hearts in spirit if not in name.
And that's all she wanted. Once the King fell, the pieces would go into motion. The first move made. Her plans could begin.
And soon she would rule Wonderland.
The Prince, whose name was Reed, knew what was happening. Of what his sister had done and he had an idea of what she had planned to do afterward. He didn't much want to stick around for that.
He stepped into his father's quarters. His red eyes landed on the King who was comfortably resting upon his bed. He was pale and frail. He was deteriorating before the Prince's eyes and there was nothing he could do to stop it. The Red King would die. Garnet was the cause of this illness, Reed was sure. His father would never think that though.
No, his beloved princess could do no wrong.
A group of Knights marched into the room, startling Reed, though he did not show it. He turned around, and with his hands clasped behind his back, he leveled his gaze on the knights.
“What is it?” Reed asked.
“Princess Garnet wishes to have a word with you,” the knight at the front of the group announced. The Red Prince nodded, his red eyes flashing with fear.
This was it. The end was near.