'The Wedding At The Edge Of Reason' Poem by Angel Rose Romance

In a glade where time unraveled,
and stars blinked in disbelief,
Alice wore a gown of questions,
The Hatter wore a crown of grief.

The guests were clocks with tired faces,
The vows were sung in riddled rhyme.
They sealed their hands in threads of starlight,
Promising beyond all time.

She kissed him not to tame the madness,
But to bless the beautiful break.
He held her not to cage the dreaming,
But to know which world was fake.

They danced between the Yes and Never,
Under moons that mourned and grinned.
In the house of sacred nonsense,
Their wedding was the end—and the begin