Jekyll, Jekyll, where art thou Jekyll?

How dear, my love, me did you heckle?

With your evil, odious, insenate pleasures,

malicious blackguardly, primitive endeavors.

Thus, now how am I to go on,

even until tomorrow’s dawn?

Without my wise, dear husband here by my side,

for in this house I can no longer abide.

Now alone, my only companion being Poole,

the last thing I long is to be a widowed fool.

Even though I loathed your scientific balderdash,

if you were here once again, we would no longer clash.

Though your juggernaut, troglodytic pal Hyde,

neither tenderhearted nor the least bit kind,

but the sheer opposite, pure evil, Yes! enough to kill!

The mere thought of him, horrid as he was, still makes me ill.

I could’ve changed him, quite for the better.

Though he was an undeserving debtor.

I would’ve acted as my great God and Savior,

reforming a sinner, keeping him from danger.

For in even a babe’s tiny heart, wickedness is present,

but when God makes one his own, sin cannot make even a dent.

A new revelation, in my hopeless, incompetent heart,

it hit me like a bulls eye is suddenly struck  with a dart,

come back dear doctor; something I never knew,

  man is not truly one, but truly is two.