AN: Just so you guys all know ahead of time, this poem began when I started playing around with expansions of (the top two lines in bold down there) taken right outta one of my own author's notes here on Fanfic!. 0.0
...Seem they familar?. :-)
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A haunting notion...
...in an ocean of
emotion and confusion...
"What's all the commotion?
"The master just drank a potion."
"Is that so?"
"...No."
"Then where did he go?"
"You don't want to know!"
"Are you OK?"
"Nay."
"Your master, what did he say?"
"He said he is going away."
"Away? Why? Where will he stay?.!"
"...He didn't say..."
And so I set out in search of the poor lad.
I grabbed my coat and bid farewell.
I trodded down the streets of Hell...
Head bowed, plowing through the gale...
But then he saw me... That loathsome
creature of the night.
And before the night was over,
I knew there'd be a fight.
But what my imagination did not implore
me to even dream---
Twas then I saw him... And smothered my
own scream.
There he stood as Dr. Jekyll,
And then a moment later, Mr. Hyde.
Contorted and mangled
And looking as if he were strangled...
Catching thine eye,
He nodded slowly---
Crouching down lowly---
Pleading with Heaven on High...
He downed it once more,
And bid me his final goodbye.
The struggle he struggled back then
Was not known that night, but familiar
to men...
For good and evil run amok,
And doom us all in the end.
"Poor guy," I thought.
But even then, I had already forgot
What it was like to stand in his
presence,
To dine at his table, and hear-out his
essence...
"Tomorrow," I thought,
"I will visit his grave where others
would not."
I went to his laboratory, his secrets I sought.
I found an old book, and in it, it
taught---
The moral of a sorrowful tale,
Where something went stale in an
ill-fated plot.
Then something went off in my head,
(with the impact of a shot);
It told me don't touch it,
For misfortune it brought...
I picked up the glass and examined it
closely.
Superstition just wasn't my thing.
Reason demanded it was only
'a thing'---
But it left me
distraught!
A shaking hand
aglitter with rings...
I could see it now,
and feel how it stings...
My mind controlled
me, but now that wasn't the case----
I saw in that cup a
life going by---
"My friend!.! Why
done you these things?.!.!"
I could not have
conceived it.
And fetches this
far--- who would've believed it?
As I perceived it,
His letter--- had I
only received it!
The vision that
struck me as I stood there in shock
was broken only, at
last, by the sound of a knock.
I dropped the
glass, and shattered it did.
"Excuse me sir, a
moment?" he bid.
We stepped outside
and into the light.
Compared to
indoors, how different the sight!
"Perhaps you
should see this," he muttered at length,
And produced from
his jacket, a fragment of sink!
"From the
kitchen, I presume!" said I, with a half-hearted laugh.
But the man was
quite serious, and even pulled out a bath!
"I am to blame,"
he whispered, as he layed out the math...
"...For Jekyll's
death," he completed,
For its rim was
caked with the salt he had needed.
"If only I had known..."
"If only we all
had, dear lad!
For what he'd been
up to, it truly was mad!
But you shouldn't
steal, even a fruit peel,
Cause for some, it
might be all that they had!"
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AN: Incase you r confused, at that point I was just getting frustraited, and merely threw-in the first thing I could think of. I supposed that maybe he could've been smuggling varying amounsts of salt from Jekyll's stash for bathing-with... I imagined someone very young and immature, perhapse even a n00b servent. When my mom read it, she thought maybe he had been using the salt to clean the bath...but either explination'll do. 0.o
Hmm... +ponders+ ...Hey, what if Robert Lewis Stevenson & Dr. Souse were actually alter-egos of the same fella?.!
Me thinks that
would be...odd. XD
(+is rolling on the
floor in a sumo-suit laughing+...+cough+...inside joke...+cough+) 0.x