In the forest of no cares in the worlds death
there you will find that white rabbit
trees are moved by gentle winds
this is the dwelling of that magical rabbit

The time he has on his paws
magic runs through his veins
with his smart waistcoat
from the savory row the only one

He is hopping happy
he makes the mad hatter look sane
he plays with Alice with content
but his mischief is broken and bent

Time has not been his friend
panic in time makes him franticly sent
he is a white rabbit of fear
knowing the red queen is near

He digs hard and deep
the salvation for he does seek
the red queen wants his head
and she would no be satisfied until he is dead


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris