A madness descended from Winter's corpse Though the White Queen still twitches Onto those of unclear thought Muddled by poisoned dew drops That refresh like ice in the desert That cold sun of early Spring Warms the pale and unshed skin And disturbs forgotten passions. And how they danced, bingeing on life Revering imaginary idols For word spreads fast amongst those That speak without heed for reflection The leveret's innocent little eyes Blink in wonder at the beautiful world The ground mist rises (a comfort blanket) The shivering harelet replenished. The hares bit off their redundant teats And found a new ecstasy in the pain In the twilight, in an unclean form Shaking and anxious for the morning dew Eyes transfixed in the senseless gloom On the shadows that dance behind them Snuggled up to keep safe and warm To strangers that once were known. The sun beat down on the orgy plain Millions of hares came together Pleasure heightened by the gadfly's sting Blood and semen splattered the ground The hosts unaware of the pending pain The teatless abominations screamed in ecstasy The cycle of madness was almost complete That would end in a drawn-out agony.