Helium giggles fills the air
With no magic in despair
The female-truffles in disguise
A secret cave below, there she cries
Thick, twisted, raven hair
Messed-up a jet black heart
Ballerina socket shoes of pair
Electric blue eyes delighted the dark
She's addicted to candies but she's not sweet enough,
Her head is wrapped upon the cotton-clouds,
She became a prisoner, a life with handcuffs,
She screams the spells in her palms quite aloud
From the bottom of her squealing feet,
There she gazes a milky way
Has a huge heart like a Betelguise
But her darkened memories fogged her every single day
A billion beaming curves are shown nor hidden,
Crimson cheeks and an inch long lashes,
Her glitches determined the jesters becoming a self-driven,
Persona, then her dreams were burnt into ashes
Too many clichés could kill a prone river of chances,
Female-truffles has been named before a gum-drop,
Glittered ideas may scatter in a skull as it dances,
This is a short phenomenon of a venomous lollipop
Described, inhaled and exhaled
The historical context is a transparent matter,
No question required to be exalted
Long, long ago she was an Alice, and now, she's a mad hatter