The Red Queen

Soaked in blood were roses of white,
Little reminders of the Red Queen's might.
Cracked grounds and cloudless skies,
Echoed by those whom lost their lives.
Towering castles made of flesh,
Veins and arteries made a mesh,
Of which skeleton guards went to protect,
Nothing could stop a card thats undead.
Winds of dust and burning heat,
Lead to where you and the queen might meet.
Voices that echo within oozing walls,
Were ranged from monster roars to squeaks from dolls.
In the belly of the beast was where the queen lay,
A formless monster that only Alice could slay.
A pumping black heart hung above her crown,
Giving life to this madness in which she was bound.
A manifestation of hate, of the hunger of greed,
Of anger and worse, the place where evil breeds.
She is the castle, she is the land,
To be feared, not loved, is what she demands.
The executioner cometh! the queen's favorite pet,
The only words he knows are the famous 'OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!'