Down the Rabbit Hole

Crimson skies and teacup lies,

Alice dances with the mockingbird's cries.

Through the glass where shadows twist,

The worm hums a lullaby in the mist.

Feathers fall like broken time,

Whispering secrets in a crooked rhyme.

The Cheshire grin fades to gray,

As the bird leads the lost astray.

Down the rabbit hole we go,

Where the fireflies burn low.

The mockingbird sings of the worm,

In a world where the roses squirm.

Alice, oh Alice, don't you see?

The wonderland's a symphony.

Clockwork hearts and paper stars,

The worm weaves dreams in his cobweb bars.

The queen of diamonds steals the show,

But the mockingbird knows where the wild things grow.

Caterpillar smoke curls high,

Painting riddles in the sky.

The rabbit's watch is out of tune,

As the bird hums a darker rune.

Down the rabbit hole we go,

Where the fireflies burn low.

The mockingbird sings of the worm,

In a world where the roses squirm.

Alice, oh Alice, don't you see?

The wonderland's a symphony.