Tonight and Tomorrow,
I stay in the lab,
In the absence of the gab,
That once took place in the lab.
Where did Vexen go?
Will he come back?
All I heard was an ‘ack’
He ran out and to the room.
Six had discovered a scent.
A dark scent unknown to him or Five.
But possessed something,
Something that drove Four mad.
To what to do with this power.
It could kill, get revenge.
It could be what he and his Organization
Were looking for.
He thought and fought with Five and Six,
Until he thought,
A hypothesis, key to this mystery.
“If he is truly like the Superior,
Then we will be untouchable!”
He then made a replica,
Who can do everything the real thing could do,
But only did not possess the memories of that dark boy.
Still in his head about this deal,
He ran up to the floor,
Even though he could not feel.
Neither could anyone else.
Remembering back when Even won a prize,
He came to present,
But what he got was no prize in return.
Eight and Twelve, only present,
Couldn’t help but laugh at his present,
He couldn’t have made a mistake,
He wasn’t half-baked,
But no one else agreed,
Nor even to confine in their greed,
Vexen fought and fought,
He would give his life to prove,
That his experiment,
Was just as necessary as their key,
But just before,
There was a fight,
Eleven came and took height,
And told Four how it was,
That it was a failure,
His proof was not enough.
Superior would know,
When he knew, it no longer snow,
Eleven then made a deal,
That would prove the real,
That nothing was just as good.
Four must eliminate the key,
The key to Eleven’s plan.
Vexen took their deal,
So he could be real.
Four arrived at the tenth floor door,
To only see the key come through the ninth door.
To fight and confuse,
Was as difficult as blowing a fuse,
Until Eleven’s plans were exposed.
Key would be given a dose,
All things important would go to dust,
Before Vexen could be a Dusk.
Twelve and Eight found,
That Four was around,
Exploiting,
Exploiting their plan.
Eleven came again.
To send Four to his end.
Just as Four got to the part,
That tell of the key’s fate,
The Flurry of Dancing Flames,
Impaled Four with his Fire.
Gone by Flames,
By Axel.
Flurry of Dancing Flames.
Since that news came to my ears,
My eyes were filled with tears,
Vexen is no more.
The Chilly Academic is now naught instead of Nobody.