“The world was wrecked and withering,
wrecked and full of fright:
The Alice did her best to take …
In the horrid sights—
But this was hard, because it was
The corruption of her life.
The moon was bathed in blood and hate,
It blotted out the sun
The kings had got no business there
Because their time was done—
'It's very rude of them,' she said,
'Slaughtering everyone!'
The blood was red as red could be,
The bones were dry as dry.
You could not see a star because
Gray clouds were in the sky:
No angels flying overhead—
There were none left to fly.”
―
C.M. Stunich,
Allison's Adventures in Underland