The Pathway of Our House

Authors note: through-out this entire novel the re-accruing motif of doors has been coming up. All each described a little differently in different scenarios. Some rough and tattered while other brand-new and yet to be opened. Normal people would read this, yes there is a door, but while we read, we come to the conclusion that when the novel talks about the doors and windows either dirty or clean it represents us. Or in this case Jekyll and Hyde; good or bad, we initially are a house. This is a poem describing what we actually are and in a way the describing of Jekyll to Hyde.

The beautiful front red door

Oh so peaceful waiting to be opened

Once inside many hallways divide.

The house full of many secrets

Walking through the first floor

A look out the windows in pleasant

Beautiful flowers growing in the garden

Some waiting to blossom even more

A flight of stairs happens to arrive.

Leaving the naturally lighted level

Entrance comes into a dimmer light

Much different than the other floor

Windows all dingy

While the floor is filthy

Animals could live here

Such a pigsty

Nothing beautiful lies here

Only ill fitting curtains

And half beaten furniture

The power and potion lies on the table.

Again stairs come about to an attic.

To an even darker place it leads

This is a full transformation

From Jekyll to Hyde we see.