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Tick tock went the clock on the wall
As she hurried down the hall
Dress flying behind with the hem tainted red
Too anxious to have any tears to shed
Graceful feet darting past
What may very well be her last
Glimpse of the castle grounds
Tick tock went the clock on the wall
As she dashed right out of that hall
Dainty feet enfolded among
The crimson flowers that softly sung
"Farewell, farewell sweet Alice,"
Their gentle petals dripping malice
Ah, she'd better hurry
She'd hoped to hurry, she'd hoped to run
Before the clock struck the dreaded one
But the flowers cooed gently and grabbed her legs
Pulled her down, pulled her down, underneath the earth
And as she wondered what her life was really worth
She drowned in the scarlet leaves
- by arcadian98 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/16/2010 |
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- Title: Through the Garden
- Artist: arcadian98
- Description: A rhyming poem about a girl that never really had a chance. C&C?
- Date: 04/16/2010
- Tags: through garden alice flowers vyoletsunrise
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