Dr Jackal and Mr Hyde

DR. JAKAL AND MR. HYDE Science verses madness, welcome Dr. Jackal meet Mr. Hyde, Within all mankind a darker side exists, it is the beast, Teetering on the brink of being released at any time. Hatred’s malcontent, our inner basic instinct prowling, in Our darkest part of the soul of humanity. A madman’s obsession to gain control of his darker side, Experiments in places where thou’est should not dare go, Making judgments only left unto a higher powers call. In a hidden laboratory, beneath the darkened streets of London, A scientist crosses a fine thin line between the conscious. And Unconscious mind, splitting his spiritual soul in two, releasing the Beast from within himself, behold Mr. Hyde, heckling, screaming, Into the darkness of the night, I’m free at last. In shadows hollows he lurks, waiting to prey on the innocent, Unaware of his malevolent presence, a black bag tucked under This creature of the inhumane picks his victim with sheer disdain. Luring them with silver flashing coins of promise, he kills without Hesitations malice, relishing in their screams of tortures monumental Torment. But the manufactured poison, wears thin, and the Dr. Jackal, personality, Chimes in again, and realizes what his alter ego has done, but it is too late, To save the innocent from death’s final demise, so he flees the scene, Escaping into the night’s shroud. Never again Dr. Jackal vows, will I release this inner demon, yet Hyde will not be denied, I will take power again. Dark and light battle within one beings soul, until the eclipse of one nights full Moon descends, and Dr. Jackal faces Mr. Hyde at last, ending his own life! But in hell’s final crescendo, whom truly has lost the battle for existence, The Man or monster. Heaven only knows the truth on such matters; I’m just a lone mourner, At a madman’s funeral, and shall I place two roses upon his grave, one Of ebony black Mr. Hyde, and one white for my dear friend Dr. Jackal. Farewell my friends, may you both find some kind of peace on the other Side, he left a note with these budding gifts, and it was so signed Sincerely the man dressed in black. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN