Jabberwocky

Shivering in deepest red to the edge of dreams , tears of tomorrow only lingers within the path to decay, Alice is lost and the allure of rotten flesh only seems prevalent for the time being , Chehire cat's face is covered is  dessicated blood and caterpillars swarm around white rabbit like maggots devouring on a still corps .. as Alice reads through the looking glass,

" Twas bryllyg, and ye slythy toves

Did gyre and gymble in ye wabe:

All mimsy were ye borogoves;

And ye mome raths outgrabe."

 

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
  The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
  The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
  Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
  And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
  The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
  And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
  The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
  He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
  Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
  He chortled in his joy

a flawless smile creeps up the unimaginable fate that stole a child's innocence , erased existence cruel intentions , flames so dark sight beyond them is just overly vivid , even though the incredible    wound eats away the swine , even though fate can't completely hold back thoughts that dwell within the darkness and sharpest of blades can't save this spirit solitude awaits .. when stars outspread the night time watch as Alice slowly falls down with frozen features as silence is the bringer of the Jabberwocky .