Alice oh Alice
Alice oh Alice
Sweet little girl; Curious little sweetling
she vanished without a trace
on a fine Summer's day
Alice oh Alice
how they searched, how they called for you
your mother kept calling
Alice, oh Alice
Where did you go?
Surely you must have known
surely you would have found some way
any way
They said you went down the rabbit's hole
through the veil
never to return
Alice oh Alice
Why didn't you tell them?
How were they to know
How were they to know
That as they stayed by the rabbit hole
keeping vigil
How were they to know
Some who prayed said
the rabbit had taken you
Some said
your soul was lost forever
It was just like that
in the midst of chaos and panic
that the first rabbit was seized
How were they to know
the moment its head was torn off
they would see a girl
dead at their feet?
How were they to know?
That your mother's wails would echo through the village?
Continue for days on end?
That your father would eventually be found
in the barn's rafters
like a marionette playing on its master's fingers?
Alice, oh Alice...
How were they to know?
I started out writing something based on a plot bunny (hur hur) that hopped across my screen when I was on Instagram.
It turned out much darker than I originally expected, though I can't say I regret it.
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