A Modern-Day Alice and the Hatter
Tiered denim skirt until the ankle, red and black striped socks underneath. Teeth bite into the apple as a punk fellow tied with a scarlet ribbon her red-streaked hair. She calls herself the Modern-Day Alice, her companion was her Hatter, they were inseperable: such like twins born under the same midnight sky.
"Tea for the lady?"
"As it calls, Hatter. We shall be having sweets soon."
The day is young and the soul is lone.
"Call for the Cheshire Cat and the White King, for we are a-feasting!"
The day is young and the heart is empty.
"And we have a game with the Queen to-day!"
The day is young and the figure is one, looking through the looking glass.
"Tea for the lady?"
"As it calls, Hatter. We shall be having sweets soon."
The day is young and the soul is lone.
"Call for the Cheshire Cat and the White King, for we are a-feasting!"
The day is young and the heart is empty.
"And we have a game with the Queen to-day!"
The day is young and the figure is one, looking through the looking glass.