Alice: Book 1 Chapter 4

Verse 1
Having parted ways with Snow,

Alice walked the Library with bloodlust in her heart.

It was an enormous forest.

A curious place, where worlds unique to each character collided.

Nightmares emerged from the shadows,

their hollow eyes devoid of self seeking to consume others' lives to satisfy an unquenchable thirst.

Alice drew her sword.

She had stopped counting the bodies long ago.

Your mission is to kill nightmares.

Send em' all to their eternal slumber.

Do that, and your wishes will come true.

But there are many, many nightmares...

It matters not.

If I continue to fight, I will be certain in my desires.

Verse 2
When I was first born into my story,

I knew happiness.

I was blissfully ignorant of the real world.

Verse 3
Is this really all there is to life?

Verse 4
Why does a hideous being like me

exist in a world so beautiful?

Verse 5
Pray, wish, fight, kill.

Verse 6
What do you live for?

Verse 7
What awaits me at the end of this prayer?

I fear the truth.

Verse 8
The thought of why I'm still alive scares me.

That's why I've cut away such thoughts.

Verse 9
I hear the nightmares' cries.

I fear how familiar they are.

Who here is the real monster?

Verse 10
The pain in my battle-scarred body...

is proof that I still live.

It's the price I pay to dream.

When I gently pick at these wounds,

an incredible burning sensation grips my body.

I'm okay. I'm okay. I'm okay...

The pain is all I need to keep hold of my sanity.

"Kee-hee-hee. Oh, really?"

"How sure are you of your sanity?"

Sanity. To hear that word brought a Cheshire Cat's smile to my face.

What...is this thing?

Heh heh heh...

This is darkness.

Hee hee hee...

This is a nightmare.

But the way it looks...

It's strangely familiar.

Heh heh heh heh!

Keh heh heh heh!

"Don't you let up! Don't you hold back!"

"Crush 'em! Grind 'em to dust!"

Parrah and Noya's voices were harsh.

But...That enemy...It's...

"Don't think! Just murder 'em!

Drown 'em in your tears!"

"Beat 'em and then beat 'em again!"

I've done my fair share of thinking.

But only about one thing...

How to revive him.

No, not even that.

I want to become a blade of war that feels nothing.

That is what I desire.

Discordant Poem
What a foolish girl.

She did not realize that

this is her one and only fate.

"For every gain, a loss.

For every love, pure hatred."

So spoke the girl as she wept.

It was a mirror image.

It was her, and she had grown ugly.