Expansion of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

The rumples shows his wisdom, his knowledge, his erudition,

The ages forlorn, shaggy and muffled with the passing generation

His research a total nightmare, transmuting genetics and hormones

Altering creation foreseeing the change of humankinds’ pheromones

A calamity preposterous for words comprehension in all times

As day unfolds into night all year exhibiting a rhythm it rhymes,

Times are good and times are bad, the Gloom reflecting the Bright

And in the Gloomy realms, projecting a slight faint vision of light

The innermost catacombs unveils; the nightmare in true form

Horrifying to the utmost with a slender touch of evil storm

The change sounds absurd, none would’ve believe it by word

Everything sound fake even when the matter’s brought forward

“Those unbelievers wouldn’t understand until they see me…

but when they do, regrets falls on a deaf ear with no where to flee”

None knows of the weakness of this nightmare, all except one

Affection alleviates the monstrous raptor by that graceful swan

Her believing heart restores, her understanding wholly touches

Her striking words affirms, her presence is felt by the arches

And it revivifies the Bright, a kind considerate helpful man

All so loving all so pure with intentions not to a harm’s span

At this revolting nightmare sight it has not scare her away

Nor has it made her take flight by the police convincing sway

Rather made her prove her trust, the whole essence in spite of Gloom

Upfront her a monstrous raptor, evil as the devil, practically a doom.