Audrey

Alice, oh Alice

Where are you tonight?

Down the rabbit hole,

Or at the edge with fright?

The bow in your hair

Is beginning to droop,

And the shine of your locks

Fades as you stoop.

Looking deep and down,

Darkness might be thick.

But Alice, oh Alice

The edges are slick.

Yes, you could descend

And wonders would be seen.

However, the light,

Only above will it gleam.