Ten Shillings & Sixpence

(Ten shillings & sixpence refers to the label on the Mad Hatter’s hat)

Ten shillings & sixpence was the price she paid that day,

For sanity at the table and for the love she threw away.

To love her is to fall through madness that will curse your tongues in vain,

Saturated in a dose of tinctures and residue from the pain.

The tea was poured hot like a sea of liquid gold,

As she soaked in the essence of all that she’d been told;

To see a man through youthful eyes is sweet at its very best,

But to rise from the Kingdom through his eyes;

therein lies the final test.

To think of a man as a Knight, only conjures spells brewed among the rest.

To cast a man as King paints crimson bleeding from his chest.

The fierceness of his Queen is hidden in her stance;

Bridging the gap between her youth and his final fall by chance.

Ten shillings & sixpence was the price she paid that day,

For the madness to be unleashed and for her King to finally stay.

Ten shillings & sixpence was the price he paid for love,

Falling through her mirror, trapped beneath the rabbit hole above.

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