[JASPER]
I will not lie:
I wished Ned to die
Twice dead am I

A man could split in twain
Yet to all eyes remain
A soul genteel who can conceal the venom in his brain
And if he draws upon the pause in madness
Opium smoke supplies
Why this great surprise?

There are two men in me
And cunning bright is he
Who hides himself, resides himself where I've no eyes to see!
But now I think he's at the brink of breaking through the door?
I'm in! He's out!
I'm out! He's free!
I'm free! I'm free once more!

How many times I've killed that Drood upon my flights?
My flights that burst the smug presumption of his rights
His rights as heir, his rights to share my Rosa's bed;
It took no smoke for me to picture Edwin dead!
That night I poured them both deep cups of laudanum
And then to toast my Ned and Neville I drank some
That's when my greatest flight of fancy did take place
I watched my hand outstretched towards Edwin's pale white face
And in the moonfall
I saw my fingers
Clutching his neck so tightly
Touching his sleeve
He fell so lightly
Moonfall then fell on me

But God, the deed was much too easily done
As much as over once it had begun
Such tragedy to finally make the kill
And not to awake to taste the thrill

Now I've confessed
Now we both can rest!