Not So Happily Ever After

Alice

One little pill  
to change your world  
To fall down the rabbit hole  
Who knows where you'd go  
Alice listened to it  
The instinct that killed the cat  
Curiosity may not be a sin  
This is where Alice's journey begins  
She shrinks and grows  
and hits her nose  
She finds a wise old cat  
And a mad man in a top hat  
They have their whiskey in their tea  
And they have more fun indeed  
She loses her virginity  
To this crazy old bean  
The Red queen hears  
from her peers  
Of this girl from  
the another world  
She sends her guards  
made of cards  
To find Alice  
And make her missed  
Alice runs from the scene  
To hide with the White Queen  
They plan to fight  
the reds that night  
The battle begins  
and quickly ends  
When Alice wakes up  
Off her drug  
Naked and bruised  
She feels abused  
She can't find the guys  
That went to hide  
Who gave her the pill  
And raped her against her will

I got about 20 more of these if I can get to them before the comp ends

Based on the legends of Snow White and Sleeping Beauty. This is a very dark and twisted fairy tale, with a horrific ending! Enjoy.

- The Haunted Garden -

Within a garden encircling and fair, beneath an old mount,
By caretakers silent, whose eyes are shrouded, hooded…
Thereupon the fruitful earth stood a structure like a fount,
The waters of which fed streams in lands thickly wooded.
No angel there did ever alight, nor man of wisdom tread…
Even in the days when still did the sky sparkle, all around.
For black are the banners there, as raised up by the dead,
Who rest not in their carven tombs, nor in the wet ground!
Faded is the cloth, and the sign upon it drives some mad…
Save who have the eyes to regard the image thereon sewn.
Who knows the house that flew it before fortune was bad,
Enough to make the land accursed, despite beauty shown!
No mansion left there now, but broken stones so charred,
As to bespeak of Hell’s own flames, consuming evil entire.
Only the garden and the fount remain, under ghostly guard,
As yet untouched by time and tainted not by long-past fire.

Upon the air, you can still hear the music of cold panpipes,
Playing a fanfare unknown to those who venture there still.
Even when the frost of winter locks fast the land in its’ ice,
The music plays upon all the frosty winds, a melody chill…
To break the hearts of lovers and to bring tears to the eye!
Alas for that domain, for it is lost betwixt many old spaces,
Seldom traveled by man, above which looms an alien sky.
And below that, things flit with terrible half-glimpsed faces!
The roses of the garden bloom, but dust is on every petal…
Tragic and faded as a waning moon, nigh unto cycle’s end.
But lo, the knight who ventures there oft to test his mettle…
May yet, find some good that his heart could comprehend!
He learns best who listens, and there the secret is foretold,
Which is so jealously kept, by the spectral guardians there.
Beneath the shadows, beneath all the wild vines and mold!
Voices call out to the knight: “he succeeds who will dare.”

Drink not of that fount which feeds the streams of gloom…
Lest you never see, the dawn that waits oft to be savored!
Drums in the distance echo thunder, an approaching doom.
Or is it the knight’s heartbeat crying aloud to be delivered?
Yet in a coffin made of glass, he finds the slumbering maid,
Whose tears, once rotted that land yet preserved this spot.
He can only stare at such a wonder, his nerves past afraid,
For not a touch of decay is upon the lady, no trace of rot!
He casts back the lid, hoping to kiss her and break a spell,
But dark is fate, for as his lips meet that of the silent lady…
The thunder resounds, with a force and fury as out of Hell!
And the years begin to ravage the dead maid, vigorously…
Until those cold lips are no more and the knight withdraws,
Disgusted, by his flirtation with a sadly long-dead princess.
Her bones crumble to dust, her slender hands bony claws,
Leaving nothing to recall of her former vision, of loveliness.

What If
What if prince Charming was deaf?
And Rapunzel was locked up in that tower
How would he find her
Hear her screams, when she realised she was alone
Hear the tweeting birds flying around keeping her company
And singing with her
He wouldn't know she had a beautiful voice
Say he found this tall tower
How would he know she was trapped
He wouldn't have over hear the stories of what happen to her in the local pub
He just amuses a beautiful girl lives in a strange tower
Say Rapunzel sees him and tries to ask for help
They don't understand each other
And he couldn't read her lips because she is so high up and her hair keeps falling in front of her mouth
if she throws her hair down, how would he know to climb it?
What if he started brushing it or braiding it?
He just thinks she is afraid or get it cut
Maybe he doesn't find her that beautiful
He finds her weird? Who has there hair that long?
What would they talk about?
How would they relate to each other
No Happy Ending

a witch turned a prince into a frog
and though the stories claim it was a pond it was more like a bog
yeah he saved the princess golden ball
but all the thanks our prince got was being thrown against a stone wall
I bet the princess would complain about everything
even about the way our prince had a thing about wearing the color green
I bet she'd throw a royal fit
and that our frog like prince would receive another hit
I bet she was a royal snob
to our poor prince who used to be a frog
I bet he'd compare her to a snake
when in fury she'd begin to shake
though we laugh at the thought of prince being abused
I bet our poor frog prince was not so amused
so our frog prince let the princess
and hopped on the witch express
our frog prince found a warty old hag
with a big old black potion bag
and with a bag of a thousand gold coins he bought a potion to go back to being a frog
our poor prince missed being in his bog
laugh as we may
as the prince found himself as frog soup on one cold winters day

The Fountain of Immortal Youth

My hidden bliss;
hidden away in the hills.
My long forgotten secret;
rarely discovered by others.

My drink of the Divine;
my little spring of youth.
Trespassers aren't welcome;
but I put them to good use.

I need their life;
for my crimson spring.
To hold on to my immortality;
blood is the key.

It awakens and renews;
better than a drug.
My personal vice;
there never is enough.

That is when she came;
the girl without clear sight.
She drank from the spring;
and it healed her eyes.

I told her she must die;
punishment for what she stole.
Then a feeling I have never felt;
arouse inside of my empty soul.

I wanted her to stay;
my only equal on this world.
She was beautiful;
green eyes and black curls.

She must have grown thirsty;
for she drank once again from the fountain.
She started to change;
then soon she was dead.

The pool had taken her;
the Blood Fountain.
She drank and drank;
into non-existence.

I said to myself, "Bottom's up"

Beauty and the Beast

There was once a fair maiden
who was loved throughout the land
If they could only see her at night
then they see what beauty really hides

Claws sprout from her nimble little nails
skin whiter that a ghost that is pale
Body breaking and healing into a muscular mess
Hair growing all around her arms, legs, and chest

She is the monster that is under your bed
The creature you still see in your head
The beast that holds no mercy
It would be wise to avoid her fury

The prince was oh so close
But then again was one fatal dose
The fair maiden was quickly pained
In her despair and remains

One hard exterior
No one to be superior
She was fatally alone
Stuck waiting for the man alone

She was trapped in her decision
And knifes cut with such good precision
A way out was all she needed
Was what she said as she simply pleaded

I need you to kill me
Or else they may take me
I don't want to be stuck as one of them
They live their lives told to the hem

I love the prince with all my heart
But couldn't bring myself to depart
So now I know the only way
Is to kill myself upon this day

I die with love but also freedom
So I must bid you and treedom
The world is a fair place
Maybe stuck in time and space

Tell the prince I love him such
But I wont miss this world much
And at that the shot was fired
And dead was the maiden the prince so desired

Her blood in a pool
Gone from the life that was so cruel
She escaped happy for all eternity
And that was something no one could see

They saw the marks of blood and suicide
But they did not realize otherwise she couldn't possibly decide
She was gone forever
And the prince was grieving

They would never have happy ever after
But instead live in pure disaster

Thank You all..