JH 3

Lanyon sat in a barren room

A fire burned in the sockets of

His scarred eyes

Lanyon questioned all

The madness that had occurred

Seconds ago

The more he thought

The burning spread

Throughout his

Trembling

Shaking

Pale body

Spinning and circling

His mind began to melt

Just as the fire in his eyes

Burned brighter

There was little Hyde

Little ferocious, demonic

Hyde

Smiling with the most ridiculous

Most cynical smirk

Did I want to know?

Did this mean so much?

Lanyon sat reviewing

Each and every

Possibility

Each and every possibility

Of the hell he could

Have relieved

His sacred soul from

What is wrong

With my thoughts

Contemplated the

Scarred one

As his eyes shut

Lanyon towered

Towards the floor

Lanyon felt the last

Trickle of the flames

Drip off his existence