Pendragon
09-04-2007, 01:00 PM
Jekyll
I returned from Dr, Layon’s, convinced the man is a fool,
He had the audacity to laugh at my long held theory
That man cannot be one, but at the very least, a dual
personality, and that one must only find the correct formula
to separate them into totally separate individuals.
I can still see him laughing over his brandy glass…
Well, now as my chemicals begin to smoke together in the glass,
perhaps we shall settle soon enough, Lanyon, who is the fool!
If I am correct, this will divide me into another individual,
and I am too far along now to start doubting my own theory!
Heaven knows how long I have worked to reach the right formula.
So it is time for the plunge, no going back. I shall meet my dual.
How to describe the horrible pain that marked the birth of that dual?
I gasped for my breath, and in my agony my fingers lost their grip on the glass.
This was the throbbing of transformation, so I had been correct in my formula!
How could any man of science denied the possibilities? Fools!
I would show them their error with facts, not mere theory!
As the pain began to lessen and my head clear, I knew myself as a new individual.
So my experiment had worked! But where to see the face of the new individual?
What new person had I become having split the personality dual?
I could see I was smaller by my clothes, but for the crux of my theory—
I needed to behold the face of my change in a looking glass.
Ah, Henry Jekyll, with all your brains you have been a complete utter fool!
All of your time spent perfecting your transformation formula!
And just where did you allow, in that most wonderful of formulae,
For something to see what you would create? The new individual?
You have the unmitigated nerve to call poor Dr. Lanyon a fool!
Can you hear, Jekyll, the voice of your self-created dual?
It is a long way to the bedroom, but we must have a look in the glass.
Or are you afraid now to face the results of your own theory…
God help me! Cursed be the day that I ever dreamed of that horrible theory!
We were two once. Now he has become the stronger of the two individuals.
I dare not sleep even for a second, for then it will be his face in the glass.
I know my doom now, there was an impurity in the original formula,
that gave it the strength to actually split apart the personality dual—
but I failed to catch it then, and the new doesn’t work—I was a fool!
I write this knowing my formula will run out and then my wretched dual,
(for although I know I was a fool, nothing was wrong with the theory),
will be the last individual to behold his face in yon looking glass…
Dale Harris
© 9/4/07
I returned from Dr, Layon’s, convinced the man is a fool,
He had the audacity to laugh at my long held theory
That man cannot be one, but at the very least, a dual
personality, and that one must only find the correct formula
to separate them into totally separate individuals.
I can still see him laughing over his brandy glass…
Well, now as my chemicals begin to smoke together in the glass,
perhaps we shall settle soon enough, Lanyon, who is the fool!
If I am correct, this will divide me into another individual,
and I am too far along now to start doubting my own theory!
Heaven knows how long I have worked to reach the right formula.
So it is time for the plunge, no going back. I shall meet my dual.
How to describe the horrible pain that marked the birth of that dual?
I gasped for my breath, and in my agony my fingers lost their grip on the glass.
This was the throbbing of transformation, so I had been correct in my formula!
How could any man of science denied the possibilities? Fools!
I would show them their error with facts, not mere theory!
As the pain began to lessen and my head clear, I knew myself as a new individual.
So my experiment had worked! But where to see the face of the new individual?
What new person had I become having split the personality dual?
I could see I was smaller by my clothes, but for the crux of my theory—
I needed to behold the face of my change in a looking glass.
Ah, Henry Jekyll, with all your brains you have been a complete utter fool!
All of your time spent perfecting your transformation formula!
And just where did you allow, in that most wonderful of formulae,
For something to see what you would create? The new individual?
You have the unmitigated nerve to call poor Dr. Lanyon a fool!
Can you hear, Jekyll, the voice of your self-created dual?
It is a long way to the bedroom, but we must have a look in the glass.
Or are you afraid now to face the results of your own theory…
God help me! Cursed be the day that I ever dreamed of that horrible theory!
We were two once. Now he has become the stronger of the two individuals.
I dare not sleep even for a second, for then it will be his face in the glass.
I know my doom now, there was an impurity in the original formula,
that gave it the strength to actually split apart the personality dual—
but I failed to catch it then, and the new doesn’t work—I was a fool!
I write this knowing my formula will run out and then my wretched dual,
(for although I know I was a fool, nothing was wrong with the theory),
will be the last individual to behold his face in yon looking glass…
Dale Harris
© 9/4/07