Alice and the Collapse of Wonder
Years had passed since Wonderland's call,
Since teacups danced and towers fell.
Alice, now grown but still dreaming,
Found a scope upon the window sill.
A spiral shimmered in the sky,
Alive with stars and whispering lies.
She reached out, and the cosmos pulled her through
A wormhole drenched in silver-blue.
No thud, no fall—just drifting light,
With chessboard moons and comets bright.
Clocks with wings flew past her eyes,
As logic sang its last goodbyes.
She landed in a mirrored dome,
Where silence wore a crystal tone.
A talking orb with a polished gleam
Called her the Stitcher of the Dream.
"Time leaks, dear girl, from what you knew.
The Maw consumes forgotten truths.
The Star-Queen's song begins to fade—
Her shattered voice must be remade."
Through echoing realms and burning skies,
Alice met herself in a strange disguise—
A queen, a thief, a ghost, a spark—
All versions lost within the dark.
She found the Song inside a star,
Volucris, broken from afar.
"I feared the rules," it softly cried.
"So chaos bloomed when I had lied."
Alice rewrote the tune with flame,
Letting paradox replace the tame.
The Maw collapsed beneath her voice—
A universe reborn by choice.
Copyright © Hailey Blevins | Year Posted 2025
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