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Her silhouette was the kitchen green
Of her grandmother's house wanting clean
Her eyes dim the overcast soul within
Little Alice had not a single ghostly friend
Moonlit shadows dancing of grays and soft black
Mocked the little soul in gleeful ghoulish attack
As the moon surrender to the sun
Their haunts echo undone

Alice planted in her granny's rocking chair
Lids of her eyes closed but her soul still stared
The impish sphinx rocking her eternal sway
Forever in a place that love once stayed
Unloved in life unwanted in death
Only grandmother's love could lift
The hurt, the fears, the pain
Gentle the caress sweet sound of her name
"Alice don't cry my love"
"Alice just needs old granny's hugs"

Safe and sound in old granny's lap
Troubles dissolved into a gentle nap
But granny could not forever live
Her parents hating themselves had no love to give
Alone and cold that bleak December night
Alice fled to the abandon house of her only delight
Asleep in granny's rocking chair she froze
Unclaimed her little spirit never rose

Old ghost of the shuttered house's past
Had no use for the sad little lass
Whenever the living intrude
No response from Alice not even a "BOO"
Silent and sad she just sits
This gives the other spirits hisses fits
"Where's my granny?  Alice unloved"
"Where's my granny?  Alice unloved"
"She's no fun just plain and dumb"
"She's no fun just plain and dumb"

No emotions from the girl of stone
But you can't ignore what won't leave you alone
"Rock away in your old granny's chair"
"Rock away do you think we care?"
And then they would all dance around
Hoping at least to catch a frown
But her thin pale lips of faded blue
Not once did they flinch or even move

Bored and tired their night was done
Shadows flee into cracks to escape the sun
But little Alice never stirs
Her fragile essence enjoys the blur
Of the penetrating light that warms her soul
A touch that beats with a love she knows
For the sun brings light and a quiet smile
Her grandmother comes and sits a spill
Together they rock away each day
Free from pain and shadows of gray

But grandmother did not come one day
Her realm from earth was taken away
She was judge good and enters those Pearly Gates
No longer to Alice could her spirit escape
Alice unloved each night and every day
Alice unloved taunted by shadows of gray
Alone in a crowd of ghouls and ghost
Silent and empty for less to most




(continued Alice Unloved Part Two)
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