This is not a frabjous day, the jub jub is abroad and the jabberwock prowls. My arms are heavy with the vorpal sword and my heart refuses to sing.
I kneel by the tumtum tree and wish time passes more swiftly. The sun shines but my twee thrines are lost. My head whirls and the jabberwock draws near. The vorpal sword falls by the way, the tumtum tree no longer shelters and mome raths take the spoils. The wielsy leaves and droelwy paths lead me to places I do not wish to go.
Where is my beamish boy?? The jabberwock is here! And I have nothing to defend me with.. I am lost! I am slain!
I lie in fear neither here nor there, lost between two worlds. I know not my place, nor who I am or what I am to do. I am fled from my stronghold and the path is full of pitfalls. Who will hold my hand?
Why cry out, there is no one to hear. Why scream, no one comes.
The jabberwock is here with claws that catch, with jaws that bite.
I feel myself drifting away.
And there is nothing else.