Look past the Looking Glass, Where land is fair and bright, Move past the luscious grass. To where fake is less of light, Hypnosis is the power of this land, It takes you out, A mask, a veil to hide the venom, Hidden in its clout, Fairytales are kept to books, And best it kept as so, For handled wrong by careless crooks, And trapped are you, a foe, For past the Looking Glass, Is not just dreams and hopes, But reside as well and there they dwell, Are nightmares, curses, dopes, Oh past the Looking Glass, Lay horrors soon to pounce, Atop the poor unknowing soul, Oblivious to its denounce, A word of caution for the wise, A note to take to mind, Fantasy's a loving friend, Until you're trapped, too blind, Oh, Fiction is Janus in disguise, A truth fought by a lie, So, make a choice, but keep it wise, For only one path's your ally, The worlds of dreams and hopes awaits you, But one of them is sly, Waiting for you to walk in blind, And out of its clutches loose you won't pry, One of the two is your sanctuary, In one of the two you are safe, But the other, malicious, hides a message, Too cursed to call fail-safe, Temptation is a curse, Placed upon mankind, Patience is a virtue, But evil has it guised. Past the Looking Glass. Awaits two paths, So, choose wisely between the two, Or feel the cursed one's wrath.
