The first Bishop walked
Into the woods of Wonderland
Bravely, with a fearsome sword
Held tightly in her hand
Slicing down whatever laid
In her unyielding wrath
Leaving warfare in her wake
By a purple melancholy path
But then she strayed too far
Lost within the woods
Giving in to all her sins
Locking her away for good
Much like the gruesome path
That marked her evil ways
Still her life remains a mystery
'Till this very day
The second Bishop was a tame
Though frightened gentleman
His life had beckoned him into
The woods of Wonderland
Though he was scared, he was liked
By all the girls and boys
One by one, spreading pestilence
Slowly with his voice
He marched scaredly in
The people gathered round
Madness took a hold of him
Shot him dead to the ground
Blood stained the roses
To a bright and somber red
Once loved and enjoyed by all
The man was left for dead
The third Bishop was a
Innocent boy from Wonderland
Cute and sweet, the boy was born
Into a life so grand
He charmed all the people
To his every unknowing call
Then he birthed a chaos
That would rise above them all
This Bishop was then crowned
All could hear his scream.
Stuck in a horror show and
Lost in a crazy dream
So afraid of death the boy
Was eyeless and warped
Once a gorgeous ruler
Now he’s just an leaf-wrapped corpse
Find the bright forest path
That’s where the journey starts
A tea party with yellow roses
That’s where the forest parts
The invite from the Queen
It actually was
The trump card
The Ace of Cups.
The fourth Bishop was headstrong
And liked the concept of famine.
Straying into Wonderland
Is where her tale begins
Wandering across the world
She passed through many doors
Curious about this new place
She traveled and explored
She was mainly stubborn
She was hardly clever
Was close to see the nature
Of the true Leader at hand
None of them will wake up
From the dream that had been planned
Forever they’ll wander hopelessly
In Wonderland
Swords, Pentacles, Wands and Cups.
Who will be next?