In his last moments

Before he died

He took out a pen

And began to write

He spilled out his guts

Upon a clean sheet of white

And tainted and soiled it

With black secrets of the night

He wrote about sin

He wrote about shame

He cried as he wrote

For he was to blame

He was the maker

Of his terrible fate

He had gone too far;

Turned back too late.

Too much had happened

It could not be undone

In the end only one could live

There could only be one.

The battle was raging

Jekyll couldn’t win

His defences were being crushed

From a force within.

And so he died

And so he lost

One fatal experiment

His life it cost.

A lesson be learnt

From this tale of demise

The strange case of

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde