1. Journals

The Whitechapel Home

The Whitechapel Home, Family of Five

Struck Gold on their Own, But Dear Daddy Died

 

With his Death, came Stress for Dear, Dear Mommy

Who fell into Sadness, and Wasted their Money

 

The Whitechapel Home, Family of Four

With no Money left, they became Poor

 

Much like Daddy, Mommy followed Suit

And left their children, who were given the Boot

 

The Whitechapel Home, Family of Three

Damien, the Title of Head falls to Thee

 

But he was a Child, who didn't know Life

His Siblings knew less, and were Next to Die

 

The Whitechapel Home, Family of One

Damien was left to wander, forever Alone

 

He took to Crime, for it paid Well

Despite the Nights he spent in Jail

 

The Whitechapel Home, Family of One

What Purpose, you ask, the Answer is None

 

He chose to Adventure, To try something New

(But also to escape the debts that were Due)

 

He struck Gold, so much like his Father

And happened upon the end to his Wander

 

The Whitechapel Home, Family of Two

With a Woman to Love, What else could he Do?

 

Though she was Powerful and he was Not

He somehow succeeded in Tying the Knot

 

They were Happy together, for they Deserved It

But Work returned, and they could not Commit

 

The Whitechapel Home, Family of One

Damien sulked; His Heart weighed a Ton

 

But, months later, he was allowed to Grin

When his dear Love had returned with Twins

 

The Whitechapel Home, Family of Three

The World itself could feel their Glee

 

They Grew and they Grew as Time flew By

As the family's love reached up to the Sky

 

Minerva and Moses, the two were Named

And their Father's grand Legacy, they both Claimed

 

Following them, a Third was Born

Perseus, he was named, for he was so Warm

 

The Whitechapel Home, Family of Four

With Much going on, they'd never Bore

 

But the kids Grew Up, and so did Damien

And as they went about their lives, the energy left Again

 

Yet the Warmth never died, for Love had Bloomed

And the end of Damien's life soon Loomed

 

But he never grew Old, his skin never Stiff

He realized, with a Start, he'd been given a Gift

 

For Time could not meet him, he was Eternal

And Life, for him, became strictly Paternal

 

The Whitechapel Home, Lived in by One

The One who started it all, just for Fun

 

The Whitechapel Home, Family of Many

And swore once again to Never be Empty

For the Family grew, over Time

And, soon enough, The Whitechapel Family reached it's Prime

Full of Love, and Power and Knowledge to Boot

That the Whitechapel Blood began to take Root

And their Futures became one with the World

Their Ties, now and forever, never to Unfurl.

 

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