Jekyll and Hyde
JEKYLL AND HYDE
THE BABY IS BORN,
BUT HAS THE LABOR PAIN GONE?
I ONCE TROD THE LONELY PATH OF LOVE
HAND IN HAND WITH A DEMON
-PRIESTESS OF THE INNER COURTYARD
OF MY GOLDEN TEMPLE,
MY LOVE, MY FOE.
YOU PLANTED A TWIG OF PEACE
BUT DISLODGED THE ROOT OF JOY,
YOU CLAD ME IN RAIMENT
BUT SENT ME TO THE STY
I HAVE TOLD YOUR STORY
TO THE WINGED VOCALISTS,
IN THE BREAK OF DAWN
WE SHALL WAKE TO HEAR THEIR SONG
MY LOVE, MY FOE.
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