Alice was a traveler
Prone to misadventure
Found herself alone one day
And no-one ever found her
Did you ever hear what happened?
To the little one who vanished?
Get eaten by wolves?
Consumed by ghouls?
Or turned into a vampyre?
Now, Im not one for rumor
But got to say it of her
The un-dead have a convincing way
And Alice was a dreamer
"Ill bet you five it went like this,
A rotting hand formed a fist,
Diamonds, ruby's, gold inside
And a promise of all seeing eyes
Alice wanders, though she shouldn't
Through the door of rotted wooden
Carvings made to look like spines
Of creatures of all shapes and designs
And lo behold, the jewels were dust
The eyes are rocks and gold was rust
Then Alice screams,
No-one hears the shout,
Because the daemons seen
Her innards out"
The thoughts in short despicable
The worlds far more hospitable
Ill bet right now,
Shes safe and sound,
And none of thats applicable
Ah, you read just like a book, sir
Dot the plot in coloured ink, si