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A spirit damaged, darkness grows
To destroy The One who has been foretold
Innocence and darkness cannot mix,
Yet can overcome Evil's nasty tricks
A steel blade, a heart yearning for truth
Can help restore royalty's youth
Fallen, but not broken does The One beseech
The light out of reach
Darkness dies, light is born
Remove the world from scorn
And Evil conquers no more...
To destroy The One who has been foretold
Innocence and darkness cannot mix,
Yet can overcome Evil's nasty tricks
A steel blade, a heart yearning for truth
Can help restore royalty's youth
Fallen, but not broken does The One beseech
The light out of reach
Darkness dies, light is born
Remove the world from scorn
And Evil conquers no more...
Literature
The Cheshire Cat
The nights grow longer as I wait for my dear sweet Alice. Always having something interesting to say with quite a mouth for such a young barn; however, it is that trait that truly brings my heart closer to her radiant figure in this bleak world. Her stride keeps my gaze until I can no longer stand the agony of knowing the truth of this my secret, nice love.
Though she does not understand all of what I have done for her is out of my deep want of her to love me as I love her. My taunts are only a true want of her to endeavor at these the journeys she must undertake herself and only by herself.
The nights and days passed as I wait
Literature
Cheshire
Cheshire stretched and yawned, looking half-crosseyed down at the girl who'd spoken and woken him up so abruptly. She was smiling up at him in what she obviously thought was a cute or charming way, drumming her fingers against the cover of a small floppy book held in her hands. Cheshire yawned and grinned back, making his mouth as unnervingly wide as possible in hopes of chasing her off.
"Can you help me?" the girl asked sweetly. "I was wondering if you could tell me which way I should go from here, pretty please?"
"That depends on where you want to end up," Cheshire replied politely, if a bit condescendingly. The girl's smile slipped for a
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Hatter
Drink from my cup
sit in my chair
hurry hurry
I must find a new kettle
and the march hare.
Walk
run fly and fall.
Quick back to tea
take a sip
a gulp
perhaps a bit of sugar
a pot of tea
maybe three?
Quickly quickly
no time to waste
no time to waste to race
its always time for tea.
A dash of honey
a lump of suger
and a guest for tea.
Switch chairs
trade with the hare
but dont forget the tea.
All life for tea
you me and tea.
Tea by the pot
the cup
the drum
sweet wonderful tea.
But remember you must have tea
with me
you see?
Its not quite tea time
or a pot of grey
nor a party wi
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This is the prophecy that will be mentioned in my novel "Beyond the Shattered Looking Glass". Feel free to try to analyze it, but it'll be easier if you read the character profiles, previous poems, and my prologue first. Good luck!
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Neat, very interesting I think I'll need to reread the profile things...grrr.... Very well written, I must say though.