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Found Poem

Edward Hyde I can only describe as a disgustful curiosity, There was something abnormal and misbegotten in the very essence of the creature. Not truly one, but truly two, To be more wicked, ten fold more wicked. An imprint of deformity and decay, One was wholly evil and the other was still old Henry Jekyll. It was Hyde after all, Hyde alone that was guilty. By: Bryce Curtis

Death in Rhyme

By: Diego Sanchez B3

The man trampled calmly over the child's body, It was hellish to see. It seemed scarcely a house. You are sure he used a key? The steps drew swiftly near, Utterson had disgust, loathing and fear. Hyde had in his hand a heavy cane, There lay his victim in the middle of the lane. Written in an odd, upright hand was the letter, What! Jekyll! I trust you are better. There has been foul play. What foul play? I daren't say. The body of a sorely contorted man lay. There stood Jekyll before my eyes shaken and pale. It is useless, and the time always seems to fail. As I lay down the pen I bring the life of Henry Jekyll to end.

Mid Morning Murderer Light yellow in mid-London morning We drew near on tip-toe Hoping to find the brightness of hope But only to find the mournful reinvasion of darkness my blood changed to something extermly thin and icy We had found the body of a self destoryer " Can we venture to declare this suicide " I answered yes I had known the man His affections ,like ivy, were the growth of time I had had that affection A known Murderer, thrall to the Gallows Katie Fehrer