The dark prince lost at sea,

hopefully never found,

a black velvet painting,

a smile turned upside down.

The Queen of Hearts was a merry tart

married to the King,

black and red stuck together,

dreams murdered in the night.

Welcome all the merry children

into the dark abyss,

watch the actions that you make,

the long shot steps you carelessly take.

MTV, sugar free,

a symphony in rhyme,

movie pits and lost starships,

the ripples flow through time.

Good-bye the merry prince,

good-bye the happy sun,

hello the evening and the blitz

of never number one.