Beautifully written. It expresses the character very well.

This night I feel rather unpretty,

Gotham isn't appealing to me.

So I decided to review instead,

The monstruous Hyde in our heads...

It is true that I feel rather akward tonight, Thyme; I settled down, ready to review anything, and these little words taunted me; "the darker elements in all of us". A strange, soothing peace melted on me, and I read...

I read an intriguing, desorienting, bizarrly constructed poem that evoked twisted pictures in my mind. I read a favourite of mine, a insistent, repetitive theme that rises in power as the end comes. And I read something else too, something chilling that leave your heart pouding hard in the darkness.

But darkness is safe, my child

In it you don't see anything...

[What deformities can your eyes detect, truthfully?]

I know I usually quote my best lines, but tonight I'll do something different and tell you the one that jumped at me, that really roared at my soul's ears, the jewel in the harem, so to speak. I profoundly disliked the effect in had on me; but I cannot help but adore it despite its horror; I wish there was a way to go back and yet I want to bottle it in a crystal tear and hide it deep in my sorrows, for the moments I know I'll want to hug and caress it, and nurse it to grow.

"There is a human inside us,

A monster;

There is joy in trampling girls at night."

Combined with the rest of the poem, it was strong, vivid, revolting and yet you can't scream against it because you open your mouth and "ah...it's true!" and you close your eyes and look elsewhere. I can't say "no", I know it's not only true for the others but for me too, and there was such darkness laced in your words that my eyes always came back to it. My only comfort was that:

Good and evil separated – and dead.

Can we mourn both? I do,

And search for them

When respectability and violence chill.

Reassurance, these words. Searching only for good isn't possible; and it's because of the greatest evil that there can be a greatest good; scratch the surface a little and evil appears, always appears, always will be, there's no "need to search very far", indeed. Made me remember that I had to read this book again, if only to wonder if the good doctor could look at his other half without trembling in front of what he was.

I'm sorry, it seems I'm more rambling than reviewing; but the poem is there just outside the window, and I read it near 7 times as I write this. Definitely something that I will remember, for the evil in there is not sad, is not rejoicing, evil is just...there, and the fact is more a depressing chill that anything I read in the past few weeks.

Shower time, now. I think I'll feel even more unpretty...

Enthralling. The pattern of this piece shattered my screen. It was utterly amazing. Very well written, both stylistically and emotionally. Great job here.

Oh! I like! Very well done! I commend you! Although it doesn't fall the common rhyming pattern as most poems do now, you make an excellent piece. I enjoyed it immensly.
I have just finished reading Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde a little bit ago with my family once again and it was a nice surprise to see a poem dedicated to such an dark mind.
Mr. Hyde truly was a demon embodied in a body. Very lovely how you depicted his malevolent ways in such an artistic form of expression.
I hope to see more from you soon.
Until then,
Ciao. _