Alice in Wonderland Impossible Thoughts.

Pomegranate Trickery Not much Alice I am Afraid

Spring will break down the bond will come we see

Persephone within her mother’s warm embrace be

Raped, abused, abducted too, by Hades and cruelty

Incredible she lives with Death, in the Underworld

Never to see the sun all her children, born blind but bold

Grieve still twisted and deceived by pomegranate seed.

Impossible though it may seem

That this old thinking still beams

Down through western time

As still we relate this crime

Of trickery of Uncle over niece

Of her children they must be released

Though no fault of theirs twisted and deformed

All they wish is to be blessed

With sunlight and not death

Allow Persephone’s family

At least some time up above

So they can now finally be loved.

Impossible to really know

How long the twisted form

That hunch back of Notre dame

Called to pull the bell

Now in this age were tolerance reigns

His twisted form wouldn’t be pointed out with scorn

Impossible to really understand

Tales of dark vampire kind

If in fact be true to form

That human need of fresh blood indeed

Evil stories form our world

Now they have been given stories of love.

Impossible though it seems

We need our monsters to scream

That fear seems necessary

And are we still sacrificing

Young lives all through time

Now all is revealed and nothing must hide.