X-File

The gargoyle possesses a fractured soul

Turn it blacker than lignite coal

Across the spectrum, bodies pile up high

And the investigators don’t know why

It leaves its madness across the land

Or why it takes such a rotten stand

The agent follows and gets enmeshed

The copycat, outward it will be fleshed

Statues made in modeling clay

Decayed bodies encased in gray

Agent one runs after agent two

His mission, to get away from you

Back to the cell that contains the soul

With manic drawings, he’s on a roll

The copycat is caught at the end

But the conclusion will never bend

Always hanging, a burning query

What brought on this aching fury?

Exhaustion comes after every mental mile

When one is wrapped up inside an X-File

Reviews

[roarke]

Well done. One of my top ten favorite series EVAR. You made Scully and Molder proud.