The One Where Alice Loses

Part I

Chameleon lurked,

Alive and alert,

Amongst jungle shadows

And blue moon silver-lined

Thunderclouds — lounging languidly

With passionfruit sweet

And soured kisses.

As slow smile spread

Into Cheshire Cat grin,

The Mad Hatter demanded

Absalom spin her a cocoon,

Where transformation

Would yet again occur and he

Would carve into her

A niche — for his madness.

Part II

She touched his ruins and

Tasted his grief —

Saw the colour of his pain in

His kaleidoscopic haze.

She heard his silently screaming scars

And felt the fissures of his soul —

Smelled the sweet acrid burn

Of the fire in his bones.

He inhaled pieces of her peace and

Borrowed forever her harmony —

Consumed her calm, then

Discarded what remained.

Part III

He exhaled riddles of insanity

And murdered time,

Embraced hazy shadows and was

Lost in the tragic shifting shades

Of a volatile mercury mirror,

Where she attended what was to be

The last tea party.

The scene shifted as his haunting past

Brought them to his battleground:

In a golden-eyed state of madness,

His losing battle raged on and on.

Sensing his exhaustion and unable to rouse him,

She watched helplessly as

Tainted mania consumed him and

The Red Queen finally defeated him.

He slowly — silently screamingly — faded away

And she was left with an inconsolable grief

As her cracking heart whispered,

Fairfarran, my beautiful disaster,

Fairfarran, my forsaken masterpiece,

Fairfarran, my magnificent disasterpiece.

And then, he was lost to her forever.