ADyingMansWords

"What from my lips, kept silenced by the chains I wore, left swiftly and potent to be felt, cast aside on the ears of old and mangled men. Sun, bright and lightened by the faith from my heart, brought everlasting, the smile from such a lovely flower onto the brown of this earth. Yet why? Instead of laughter, do I hear pained, the mutters of simple children... do I hear the end of life itself. For instead of fear, instead of horror unspeakable, instead of horror untold, does unrelenting, a never ending grief grip the remainders of this sculpted face. ...and slowly twist this foul from my hands, onto a lost and forgotten grave." -Dr. Henry Jekyll London, England