A Dreadful Poem: Goodbye Friend.

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No more let life divide,

While Lily stands at Dorian's side

A proud once Frankenstein bride

Covered in immortal blood

Smiling with hypnotic eyes

While we root and cry for sweet Miss Ives

Whose strength is unending during her demise

With Ethan chandler, sorry Talbot I mean,

With a heart of gold but teeth unclean

Covered in red and boots filled with sand

No matter how beastly, he stands tall as a man,

With morals to follow but blindness to kill

Then there's Jekyll's ever demented will

For science and madness and 

Things to be cured

With Victor who stands genius yet a slave to being unsure

Of who he is or what he wants, consumed by his love and

His love for his demon is far too strong

And we all know love can make a person turn wrong

But that glass layer that covers his eyes

Makes him weepy and pink 

He is a man broken, a man on the brink

But what he knows we couldn't dream to think

All we can do is watch the glamour of the way Gray drinks

and they way that he glides when he dances around his house

With the earlier mentioned bride

With a look that can kill and hands that always give

Wearing a mask that makes us too enchanted to think

About the torment of what it means to live

Forever.

Don't worry I haven't forgotten the creature, not John, not ever,

With a voice like poetry soft as a feather

And a face and feet heavy like stone

Fighting an ever growing need to not be alone

And when someone that lonely takes a minute and smiles

At familiar faces many miles

Away, holding hands with happiness and for a moment he can inject himself with happiness that way

But the smile, it's pricks in a sort of painful pleasurable way.

There's also Justine,

Who was washed clean in the murders of kings and queens

Too vile, too evil, too cold and obscene

But when talking of royalty and independent killer queens

You can't forget the greatest king of all

Dracula, the ruler of all who feed on blood and flesh and skin

As dark as the dickens and surrounded by kin

Who will do as he says due to control from his veins

The thick crimson potion that he can thank for eternal reign.

Of course, Sir Malcolm is a ruler of sorts

With money and title and hunting for sport

But he is no longer a ruler of class

But more of a father in his second chance

Of taking on children and not watching them pass

But rather sewing the wings to their backs and watching them fly

and I must say rest in peace Sembene I nod my head to you as a constant final goodbye.

There is so much to say for all of these creatures

There is so much beautiful darkness in all of them

They are the lost souls of a once great and gritty generation

Re-remembered beings, seen once as nightmares, now as sensation.

They relate to each other and they relate to me

There's so much more that now I can see

Because monsters alike, like you and me,

Are walking hand in hand 

Walking across the sand, walking on top of the sea

Being free in sadness and  being free with ends

Dying lonely but dying with friends

Dying each day, dying forever,

It is truly remarkable

What death can join together.

Words cannot describe my heartbroken feeling at the end of Showtime's Penny Dreadful. I had grown very attached to the characters and their stories and found a friend in each of them. Penny Dreadful to me was a revelation of sorts, a once in a lifetime moment to show even the people of the norm what it is truly like to be human and what it truly means to be a human who suffers. No one quite created a clear enough image of the constant questioned contrasting of Human vs. Monster, not like John Logan and although I will mope for quite a long time for the loss of the TV show turned personal friend, I can still watch the end with a smile on my face knowing that I have not lost it for lack of understanding or gorging judgement, but the simplicity of the end. So to salute the show above is a poem written by me just about the characters in the show, but honestly, if I went into more detail about them all, this poem would be the size of a novel! So for now, here is just enough to prove to you I am unhealthily obsessed.

VF.