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trevorskogsbergh
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0 posted 2008-03-12 02:18 PM


Tumbling down the darkest passage
A rabbits hole I’ve found
Twisting turning in the shadows
Falling deeper underground

Bouncing off the walls I am
My body aching from the pain
My mind playing tricks on me
It’s driving me insane

Falling, falling further down
I can see a light below
I’m almost to the bottom now
The passage begins to glow

I awoke from my dream and to my dismay
I was on the tunnel floor
Lying just in front of me
Was a large wooden door

Slowly I stood and turned around
To see what I could see
There was nowhere in this room to go
But through the one and only entry

I looked inside afraid at first
Of what may come at me
But lo and behold, a giant table
Filled with crackers, toast and tea

This room was bright containing no one
Not a person, beast or thing
Until I got closer and began to hear
Glasses starting to cling

A madman stood at the foot of the table
His eye’s were fierce and red
He glared at me, up and down
A giant hat sat upon his head

Just to his right, up in a chair
A rabbit sat sipping tea
His solid gaze never waning
Was directly aimed at me

Other creatures size big and small
Around the table they sat
A cat, a turtle, dog and goat
And even a giant rat

They appeared from all angles, right out of the air
I backed up towards the door
Still mesmerized at the creatures
I hadn’t noticed before

I reached behind me for the exit
My fingers grabbed in vain
The door was gone, my only escape
The blood from my face then drained

“Come on over” said the man
A grin spread over his face
“Join me and my friends!” he said
I sensed a false state of grace

“Ok” I said, I walked over slowly
And sat at the head of the table
“Would you like some tea?” he asked
“Yes please” my hand’s visibly unstable

“How did you get here? Where are you from?”
Said the strange man with a grin
“I was walking outside and fell down a hole
And that’s when all this happened.”

“I’m not sure where I am, could you please fill me in?”
I asked but not sure if he heard
He looked at me questionably
But didn’t udder a word

Fed up with this nonsense I stood from my chair
And turned and walked away
No one cared or moved a finger
Much less had anything to say

I walked and I walked until I came to a clearing
I had finally found my way out
I could hear some noise a ways away
And decided to see what it was about

I searched and searched but found no one
So tired I laid down
I started to close my eyes and then
I heard another sound

I sat up quickly a looked left and right
There was not a single person around
Just a single flower near me
Was all that I had found

I leaned over to smell the plant
And it sneezed right in my face
Startled I began to back away
But it didn’t give me chase

Thats when I noticed other flowers
Just like the one that sneezed
Floating, moving in the wind
And looking ever so pleased

I said aloud, “What’s going on?
This is just all so crazy!
The last thing I ever thought would happen
Is getting sneezed on by a daisy!”

“A daisy!” it exclaimed at me
“How dare you compare me to that!
All us flowers have names you know
The least you can do is ask.”

“What are you then?” I asked the flower
“How should I have known?
Everything here is so new to me
I just want to find my way home.”

“Then start walking that way,” the flower pointed
“Until all the roses turn red.
That’s the Kingdom of the Hearts
But beware the Queen up ahead!”

“But why?” I asked in wonderment
“Why the sense of dread?”
“If you cross the Queen at all, she’ll scream
‘Off with your head!’”

So I quickly stood and went my way
I followed the advice of the flower
I walked until the roses turned
From white to red in an hour

I came across three men who were
Shaped like playing cards
All were worried about their fate
In the hands of the Queen’s guards

They accidently planted a bush
Of roses that were white
They were delicately painting each rose
Bright red to make it look just right

Before they could finish
The last and final rose
The Queen and her guards
Snuck in on their toes

“What are you doing?” the Queen yelled
“We’re sorry your Majesty” they said
The Queen seeing the rose’s painted red screamed
“Off with they’re heads!”

She turned to me and asked
What I was doing there
I told her I followed the advice of a flower
And that was all she could bare

She started to laugh and wouldn’t stop laughing
Even her guards started to chuckle
At the thought of a flower giving directions
A talking honeysuckle?

She thought I was lying
Waved her arm and said
“Take him away and
Off with his head!”

I ran from the scene without even looking
Where I was running too
I ran past cards and roses
Until I was out of view

I came up to a giant tree
With a door built into the side
I figured, “What the heck, it can’t be worse.”
I opened it and tried to hide

I walked right into another room
Empty except for one thing
A looking glass just sitting there
What wonders could it bring?

I walked up to it and peered right in
My room at home was seen
This looking glass was no glass at all
But a portal for in-between

I reached right through just in time
The door to the tree fell down
The Queen had found me with her guards
They’d been searching all around

I jumped on through to the other side
The confusion on her face
Left me feeling whole again
That I left her in that place

A forewarning to those who like to walk
Look before you leap
Or a rabbit hole will suck you down
To the deepest of the deep



Better to die, and sleep
The never-waking sleep, than linger on
And dare to live when the souls life is gone.

[This message has been edited by trevorskogsbergh (03-12-2008 04:15 PM).]

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effjayel
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since 2007-09-30
Posts 1474
At the Crossroads of Infinity
1 posted 2008-03-12 04:00 PM


Trevor, That my friend was truly amazing, not only is it going in my library, I am going to print it out to savour lingeringly.  Living only 4 or 5 miles from Lewis Carrols birthplace, I can relate to this one so much...Thank you for posting this gem....
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