Jekyll and Hyde :: nosa :: Original Poetry

Jekyll and Hyde

JEKYLL AND HYDE

THE BABY IS BORN,

BUT HAS THE LABOR PAIN GONE?

I ONCE TROD THE LONELY PATH OF LOVE

HAND IN HAND WITH A DEMON

-PRIESTESS OF THE INNER COURTYARD

OF MY GOLDEN TEMPLE,

MY LOVE, MY FOE.

YOU PLANTED A TWIG OF PEACE

BUT DISLODGED THE ROOT OF JOY,

YOU CLAD ME IN RAIMENT

BUT SENT ME TO THE STY

I HAVE TOLD YOUR STORY

TO THE WINGED VOCALISTS,

IN THE BREAK OF DAWN

WE SHALL WAKE TO HEAR THEIR SONG

MY LOVE, MY FOE.