Wonder
How comely you are sir. The finest of them all. Wearing a hat upon your head to make you ten feet tall.
Look at those gloves! So white as snow. As white as the fur that in the night does glow.
Oh maiden not so fair, don’t kill us for this deed. My head is just so heavy, I fear I can’t be freed.
Why is a raven like a writing desk? What a riddle I do recall! Pull yourself together lad! You’ll do nothing else but fall.
And through the glass; the peeking eye, shadows do we seek. Of a girl once lost, who is no more, walking in her sleep. Awaken child! Should you not rise from this slumber, do fear all. The Queen is out to get your head, the knights do heed her call. If you step beyond that world, that which is full of the sane. Lost yourself forever you have, to the pretty kitties game.
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