~The 2nd Poke Games~ (Sign-Ups)

The first Alice was a wrathful woman of the spade.
And righteously she held a sharpened blade within her hand.
Never hesitating to slay all within her way.
Creating paths of blood that followed her through Wonderland.
Deep into the darkened forest, Alice walked the line.
Captured and imprisoned as an embodiment of Sin.
If it were not for the murderous wake left behind.
No one would have suspected that she had ever been.

The second Alice was a fragile man of the diamond.
The broken echo of the lies within demented words.
He sang his twisted melodies to all in Wonderland.
Creating the image of the sick and the disturbed.
Deadly, yet so beautiful a voice just like a rose.
Was shot by a madman who silenced him to death.
A single rose bloomed in his place with no music composed.
With twisted grin this dying man lay breathing his last breath.

The third Alice was an innocent young girl of club.
An enchanting, graceful figure in the world of Wonderland.
She charmed the people in the land to her beck and call.
A peculiar country answering to each command.
So she rose into the throne to be the country’s queen.
Consumed by paranoia of her own impending death.
Soon the queen succumbed to a dark and nightmarish dream.
Disguised in kindness, loathing fate, she secured her regime.

And as this past two children walked in the woods.
Partaking in tea underneath the trees they’d never part.
They found an invitation to the queen.
It was the Ace of Hearts.

The fourth Alice was a duo of curiosity.
Both were lost and could not find the boat where they began.
And so they ran through countless open doors so recklessly.
A brother and a sister running wild through Wonderland.
A stubborn elder sister.
A witty younger brother.
But they had strayed too far into Alice’s Wonderland.

They were never woken from their terrifying dream.
Forever they would wander this twisted fairytale.

An old building out of the sun's reach
Hallways with decay starting to leach
Behind the door in a dark back room
Were children remembered by what, by whom?
They have been waiting for you to visit them for a long time
We're so happy! We're so happy! Please play with us for a time.
Circle you. Circle you.
Please don't try to run from us
Circle you. Circle you.
What games will we play, can I guess?
Before the moon sets again
You can play with us until then!
Circle you. Circle you.
Who surrounds you everywhere?
Orphanage deep in the forest greens
So no one would find the dark machines
Made from a little childs brain
Immortality built of children's pain
The children in the orphan place
Circle the teacher with a smiling face
Singing a child's playsong, "Circle you! Circle you!"
Circle you. Circle you.
Children, "You just lost the game"
Circle you. Circle you.
Don't run away you're the same
Before the moon sets aside
Cut their neck off as they cried
Circle you. Circle you.
Who surrounds you everywhere?
Even if your head is crushed in
Even if your arm is taken
The children who can never die
They laugh at you sweetly
Circle you. Circle you.
Don't run away, you'll be missed
Circle you. Circle you.
Please drink with us, we insist
You should come play with us
Play forever with us
Circle you. Circle you.
Who surrounds you everywhere?