The trees weep of blood
The sky screams with green
The tarnished tea is almost done
Now comes here all the fun.

The maddening sounds jolt the ground
Will all their booming shrieks,
Wretched weeps,
Full-mouthed howls
And laced lies.

The creatures are no help.
The Hatter is dead inside
The Red Queen is locked in bars
The White Queen bathes in dirt and grass
Wonderland is at its last.

The Hatter spoke in a depressing tone,
My darlings, I’m afraid you cannot go home.
Wonderland is a tainted place,
And all here shall rest for days.
Unless the tide is turned.
But without it our fate is bleak.
This is the message from the Queen to me.