As darkness reigns with horrid chill.
Hidden away, her body broken,
There sleeps Alice never to be woken.
Hair of silver, down her back;
Sunken eyes, glitter black.
Her bony flesh, thin like paper--
Her breath escapes, as sickly vapor.
Candles flicker on the wall,
While Alice sits, with tattered shawl;
Dress of blue and dress of white,
Sitting there, her lonely plight.
The room so tiny, painted red,
The table’s set with uneaten spread.
There she sits, and there she waits,
With dusty cups and empty plates.
At center table, sits wilted flowers.
Clocks, they've stopped counting hours,
Stacks of invites, yellow with age;
Still she sits, in lonesome cage.
She sits alone, with an empty smile.
“Won’t you come and stay awhile?
Come and have some tasty tea
But once you enter, you can’t go free."
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