Of Dollhouses and Battlefields
You sit your guests around the table
Teddy to your left, Eeyore to your right
And Alice in front dressed in her Sunday’s best
The troops gather tall and proud
Ready to fight the Tartars, the pirates
and anything else you find at the bottom of the chest
The day is warm and Alice takes off her coat
While you pour the tea and hold conversations
about the weather and what you thought of Goldilocks
Teddy nods in agreement
You watch the battle build up
You hear the bellows and the shrieks of pain
The swords fell as your comrades are shot
You grip your stallion’s mane tightly
But as Teddy marvels at your fairy cakes and eats
You look into his glassy eyes
A spell is lifted
You tidy away the tea set and help Alice into her coat
Making a comment about the time
As you watch your enemy fall
You give a cry of victory and cheer
But the cry dies
You are alone with your silent tin soldiers
You slip off the rocking horse
Teddy never returned to the parties.
The last war came too soon.
Dedicated to Puddles because she was my muse for this. If you ever come across this (and I highly doubt it) I just have to say thanks x3
I want a rocking horse ;_;
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