A poem

You see me as adversary to your simple little game.
Here comes the damned pied piper playing on his soundless flute,
down the cursed rabbit hole to escape the grinless Cheshire eyes.
Can you see Queen Mab’s wonders, with blind black cats
and dead white hounds?

Down and round the lion goes, your mane is shedding off.
Falling through the darkness til the dark becomes the light
The sunflower may be strong, but the rose has thorns,
pretty little roses wrapped around the leaders chair.
Can you see Queen Mab’s wonders? Can you see the blackened taxi?

Like the fox and the hounds I am your completion
Out Mistoffelees pulls a snake from his hat,
the magician’s deck makes seventeen jacks

Inspired by a song. I need to finish it.