shadow alice

[wytchcroft]

alice through the boneyard drifts
between the shadows, the ghosts of ships
whale shapes looming
in the mist

white as a rabbit
black as a hat
alice moves this way and that

no tale told, no story spun
among the hulks
the knave'll run

the knight falls silent
the daylight creeps
and alice in the boneyard sleeps.



the last piece needed an alter - so...