Visiting Alice's Grave There was nothing more than her life to save She was the most brave She was the good game you wanted to save That dependent person to rely on The shoulder to cry on She was the kindest and most caring friend a human can ask for She would see the rain and watch it pour Smiling and dancing with a yellow jacket She put on a Darth Vader helmet during one of her birthdays She invented the term "wild card" You could never predict her She left behind a legacy And a Best friend Who was there until the end Who she thought was a friend when she was alive Was something more Something she accidentally ignored Roseyln loved her, but never told her Now her life is under a carved boulder
This is a fictional story. Nobody named Alice died. This was written to portray a tragic heartbreak for a character and never revealing her true orientation to her friend.