The flickering light of the television,
Reveals an unexpected form in the gloomy room,
When the sun sets, each night,

An unusual vision,
Of a happy trio embracing, with a werewolf in their midst,
A Doctor Jekyll who doesn't Hyde,

But basks in the welcome prison,
Of his human friends' arms, watching movies,
What a millennial sight!

The old legends' heartless treason,
Is the conquest of blind, modern love,
When two hearts one dark soul brighten with their light.