Across a checkered playing board,
a playing board white and blood red,
Red the queen who rules this land,
this land that lives in dread.
The Red Queen controls this game,
this game of death and life,
life that ends with just one wrong roll of the dice,
the dice that brings the knife.
The Cat, a Rabbit, all pawns in her game,
in her game she will never lose,
never lose to the servants,
the servants whose death she may choose.
Run, run, as fast as you can,
you can never win,
never win the game she plays,
the game she plays is at an end.
The Cheshire cat grins no more,
no more to gain another turn,
turn around, don't drink the poison,
the poison is the key to her world.
The Red Queen of Wonderland,
wonderland will be your grave,
grave things wonder here,
here where she plays her game.
Author notes
Another variation of the previous queen's game poem,
in chain form
Written May 11th, 2006
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awesome!
Wow, this is a really powerful poem! I really liked it. I admire people who can write like this..it's something I was never able to do.
Keep it up.
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Very Nice, keep it up, there might just be a poet inside of you 0.0
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