Dr. Jackel and Mr. Hyde

Felt like being creative, though I'm probably gonna suck. Haha.

The Beast rises as my eyes close

The Beast lives while my life goes

He never stops until he dies

Then its me, who takes the lies

Time is short, life is fleeting

I am scared from the beatings

I must escape the mad Beastling

But how might one stop it's feasting?

I plan and plot, time is short

How might I win, this deadly court?

Plans fail, and plots as well

My hope is hollow as a shell

It seems I've lost this one,

This night is here! I am done.

The Beast is coming, will they hear?

Hope is lost, all should fear!

The End

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