Mad Hatter's Chaos

In the realm of wonder, where madness reigns, A lone figure sits, amidst tea-stained remains. The Hatter's hat, a vessel for the unknown, Overflows with tarot cards, like autumn leaves unshown. His eyes, a window to the soul, gleam bright, As he orchestrates the dance of chance and night. The table, a canvas, bears the weight of his art, A delicate balance of chaos and the heart. The cards, a language, speak of fate's design, As the Hatter weaves his spell, a mystic's rhyme. In this world of wonder, where the rational fades, The Hatter's tea party becomes a surreal charade. A celebration of the irrational, the unknown, and the free, Where the boundaries blur, and the self is set free. The Hatter's joy is contagious, his madness divine, As he sips from the cup, and dances with the cards' design.