"Down the hole or through the glas s, Gold is naught but tinkling bras s. And dreams grow tall or short like gras s, Where the days go by but time won't pas s.
'Who are you' I can not say, But tell me please is this the way?
There was A way yet not today,
You can not leave so won't you stay?
The hole is filled - The glas s is shattered,
'No way out' Proclaims the hatter.
Feel your heart go pitter-patter.
And your teeth begin to chatter.
Behind the glas s she haunts me still,
The laughter fades.. I feel a chill.
In wonderland I seek her still."
Said the words of nothing, yet they flowed from the mouth of the grinning Feline. "You're in wonderland, Love." She said, only eyes appearing through the dark night.