Hyde Returns

I used to dabble for curiosity’s sake,

To push the limit of what a man could take,

The research passed on was flawed, I admit,

But with each draught, it just seemed to fit,

When myself, I sought love and knew a peace,

But every single time that wretch is again released,

Those potions surface when they harm the most,

Damned to haunt and be haunted by ghosts,

I remember as a lad wanting only my lady fair,

With magick and castles and wreaths in her hair,

Instead, I found harlots cold as the grave,

And banshees dressed as damsels I never could save,

When I sued for peace or logic I lent,

Hyde brought forth a rage, so friendships were rent,

For acceptance I allowed poisons poured in my ear,

They strengthened the monster of universal fear,

Lechery, villainy, secrecy, and revenge,

Were the knells of the bell which signaled my end,

I strive for virtue and to unite with the world,

My complacency opened windows where his machinations unfurled,

He lurks for that moment when I feel all is right,

Then rips through my world to add to my plight,

“You’ll never be happy or truly know love,

I will always remind you we fit like a glove,

You gave measure to teachers who knew only wrong ways,

So, I’ll follow you now for the rest of your days,

You know who I am, I’m always inside,

You’ll never be rid of your friend Mr. Hyde.”