Chesire and The Queen

It doesn’t seem like it’s been so long -- years have past, but it feels like days. My words still echo through these halls as I condemned my heart. The world still spins, my roses still white, the grass is still trimmed, my crown, still fits. Flirtatious glances, looks of longing; There you were, with an ace for a heart. I wish I was dealt a new card, the deck you came from must have been rotten. My heart strings are pulled and ranked and torn memories of what was and what no longer is. Your broad shoulders and tall frame shrunk into a feline shell, That mouth, stretched from ear to ear -- images that haunt me forever. Your voice fills the cracks of this dusty old castle, mocking me as I sleep. I loved you, I did but you did the one thing I couldn’t accept, you painted the roses red.