Search for Mr. Hyde

Author's Note: This is (to an extent) based on R.L.Stevenson's immortal
classic (this – naturally – also contains references to the novel, albeit
vague), but it also extends beyond that, reaching out to the darker
elements in all of us. I hope you appreciate this.

--Search for Mr. Hyde--

Can a formula bring him forward, someone asked.
The night is heavy and strong
(this evening)
It tastes of steel and fear,
And solitude's clatter pierces a walk
Down the street.
London is oppressed, these nights
And bound in chains of fog.

There is a killer among us,
A monster;
The dark has them hunting him.

A little girl shatters the moonlight
She is pulled under –
Her harmlessness is unnoticed,
Her innocence is stamped down,
Evil's undercurrent tramples her.
I hope her prettiest dress isn't ruined
And her artificial curls unspoiled
Why was so out so late in the first place, you ask.

There is a human inside us,
A monster;
There is joy in trampling girls at night.

Would you heave open your heart, I ask.
The mist is thick and we are blind;
They hunted one, found two, revealed
One, were left with none.
Good and evil separated – and dead.
Can we mourn both? I do,
And search for them
When respectability and violence chill.

But where did he go,
Our monster;
With his creator's soul?

Something is unleashed
Tonight, I cannot hold it –
I did not need to search very far.

And London is dark
and safe.
What deformities can my eye detect?