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There was a little dream
That was so alone
She wanted to make friends
And invite them to wonderland
So she thought and thought
And came up with a plan
She would attract people in
By letting them create
Their ideal worlds
Little did she realize
What travesties her
Decision would cause
The first Alice was a man
Who was of the Spade
With sword in hand
He slew all he came across
And left a red path behind him
He was taken away
To the depths of the forest
And imprisoned as a killer
No one would find him
And he was soon forgotten
The second Alice was a proud man
Who was of the Diamond
He sang a beautiful song
That tamed all around him
And created a distorted Wonderland
His right eye was marked by death
And shot by his servant
He was covered in crimson
As he lay there in death
A single person loved him
The third Alice was a cold man
Who was of the Clover
He was beautiful and cunning
He caused everyone to be disillusioned
And a country was soon formed
He was the King of this Wonderland
And ruled with a vision of madness
Soon the corpses littered the streets
And he was cursed to see rotting flesh
He sits atop his thrown in this empty land
The fourth Alice was a young child
Who was of the Heart
He was naive and innocent
And wandered into Wonderland
With all of his curiousity
He saw the country filled with corpses
And the blood stained servant
He soon came close to the first Alice
But the darkness found him instead
He has yet to awaken from his dream
The little dream continues to weep
Of her foolish and selfish wish
The first Alice was locked away
The second Alice was killed
The third Alice rules a dead country
The fourth Alice continues to wander
She closes off Wonderland to all
And disappears in her loneliness
That was so alone
She wanted to make friends
And invite them to wonderland
So she thought and thought
And came up with a plan
She would attract people in
By letting them create
Their ideal worlds
Little did she realize
What travesties her
Decision would cause
The first Alice was a man
Who was of the Spade
With sword in hand
He slew all he came across
And left a red path behind him
He was taken away
To the depths of the forest
And imprisoned as a killer
No one would find him
And he was soon forgotten
The second Alice was a proud man
Who was of the Diamond
He sang a beautiful song
That tamed all around him
And created a distorted Wonderland
His right eye was marked by death
And shot by his servant
He was covered in crimson
As he lay there in death
A single person loved him
The third Alice was a cold man
Who was of the Clover
He was beautiful and cunning
He caused everyone to be disillusioned
And a country was soon formed
He was the King of this Wonderland
And ruled with a vision of madness
Soon the corpses littered the streets
And he was cursed to see rotting flesh
He sits atop his thrown in this empty land
The fourth Alice was a young child
Who was of the Heart
He was naive and innocent
And wandered into Wonderland
With all of his curiousity
He saw the country filled with corpses
And the blood stained servant
He soon came close to the first Alice
But the darkness found him instead
He has yet to awaken from his dream
The little dream continues to weep
Of her foolish and selfish wish
The first Alice was locked away
The second Alice was killed
The third Alice rules a dead country
The fourth Alice continues to wander
She closes off Wonderland to all
And disappears in her loneliness
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Today`s upload is...a poem inspired by the Vocaloid song Alice Human Sacrifice. Its dark and creepy but I love it! Anyway, the characters I used are from SenBasa, can you guess them all? Hint: The little dream is also a person.
Kirea-I know them all!
Me-I hope you do...
Kirea-You know, you really like dark things like this don`t you?
Me-...I like making perfectly sane characters mad and deranged...
Sengoku Basara belongs to Capcom
Alice Human Sacrifice belongs to its rightful owner
Kirea-I know them all!
Me-I hope you do...
Kirea-You know, you really like dark things like this don`t you?
Me-...I like making perfectly sane characters mad and deranged...
Sengoku Basara belongs to Capcom
Alice Human Sacrifice belongs to its rightful owner
© 2011 - 2024 StoryWeaverKirea
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1. Mitsunari
2. Masamune
3. Motonari
4. Yukimura
The little dream is Oichi XD
2. Masamune
3. Motonari
4. Yukimura
The little dream is Oichi XD