Seven dolls crafted by hand,
A man named Rozen, a dollmaker famed.
To aim for a doll of perfection so grand,
A doll named Alice, a beauty so aimed.
Suigintou was first, with dark of heart,
Her love for Rozen so true and pure.
Incomplete, unfinished it tore her apart,
Hatred consumed her, her nature.
Kanaria was second, bright-eyed and witty,
She was as flitting as a day's canary.
Presumes herself smart, more's the pity,
Her plans always fail, oh what a dandy!
Suiseiseki was third, a dream of jade,
Timid and shy, but so one would think.
Her tongue is sharp as a razor's blade,
And could reduce a heart to a despairing sink.
Her twin came fourth, blue and brave,
Souseiseki was her name, a soul none tamed.
To free Rozen from sadness, she will doth save,
To become Alice, a mission she claimed.
A young boy's doll is the fifth of them all,
Shinku is she called, Jun her channel.
Roses are her power, and she thus stands tall,
Pure ruby is her heart, her spirit unshakable.
A child of innocence, a smile so bright,
Hina Ichigo is sixth, as sweet as pie.
Her sunny disposition is like a burst of light,
Bringing joy and cheer that reaches the sky.
Kirakishou is seventh, though much is unknown,
Bara Suishou created as a copy for scorn.
Lo, the imitation was destroyed by its own,
Out of hatred, she too had been born.
Seven dolls, all crafted by skill,
To win the Alice game is their only intent.
To attain as Alice by sheer force of will,
There is no need to fight, nor energy spent.
Commentary: A poem my bro and I made up as his assignment, and we're quite proud of it. XD