#plotting
The white rabbit leads me silently
I follow her dutifully blind
She's all I've ever known in this life
No lost world left behind
The caterpillar won't help me
Surrounds me in thick, grey smoke
Cocooned in itself as always
The truth it always cloaks
The hatter dances to no music
With the mad March hare
Intoxicated on more than tea
Through me the hatter does stare
The Cheshire Cat is plotting revenge
Grinning high up in his tree
Watching my every movement made
He's hiding the only key
The Queen of hearts just hates me
With all of her strength and might
No reasoning will soothe her
All she does is done in spite
This is no Wonderland here
No wonder to be held at all
I scrabble in the darkness to find it
The key to the only door
Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 9:04 AM UTC
Five years hiding
preparing and binding
reading and writing
Five years bent over old crumbling scrolls
weaving old words into wards
molding spells of fire and lightning
Five years plotting underground
in an unending round
of clandestine sabotage
with knives and lies
Five years to find men and women,
willing to help him atone
and the tyrant to overthrow
Five years to forge
them the swords and axes
shields and armour
that would crash and crack,
splinter and shatter edge to edge
for the sake of
his soul
Five years to the day,
the bells and trumpets rang
The horns were blown
and drums beaten
The earth was shaken
as the host marched forth
Five years to the day
the banners were flown
and in defiance of the dark king
the white pennants bore a fiery eye
At its head hooded
strode a man with a glowing staff
unbent unbroken and unbowed
proud, determined and uncowed
ready now at last
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 6:23 AM UTC