Where is he now? He stays proerased down and silent.
He has forgotten languages and fame,
And turned to shadow"s shadow with no name.
The King of Wonderland is prisoned by vane tyrant.
His golden crown"s sold for brown bread and stinky water.
The King of Wonderland, look: we need you no more,
We built another Wonderland - of vicious bliss and gore,
It is the ditch we all return in... why?! No wonder.