NOTE: When Jekyll becomes Hyde, there is no physical transformation and it is merely psychological phenomenon.


The golden sky over London,

The angels soft and heavenly in the clouds,

Thinking back to my childhood,

My father tall and proud.

My mother sweeping her hands through my hair,

My brothers running round me without a care,

The school girls soft and sweet like angels in the clouds,

My father standing there tall and proud.

The world an expanse of green fields,

Waters far and wide and a never failing tide,

The warmth of the summer air comforting me like angels in the clouds,

My father standing there tall and proud.

Life licking me in the face like a happy dog,

Utterson and Enfield and Poole all at my side,

Jeeves towering over me like an angel in the clouds,

My father standing there tall and proud.

Lanyon looking down at me,

Making me feel weak and silly and foolish,

Hovering over me like an angel in the clouds,

My father standing there tall and proud.

The darkness of the night round my shoulders,

The chilliness of the wind at my neck,

Edward Hyde looming above me like an angel in the clouds,

My father standing there tall and proud.

My lonely cabinet with only me inside,

My eyes red rimmed as I scream and weep and cry,

My hands sliding down the wall like angels in the clouds,

My father standing there tall and proud.

A phial in my hand to end my life and let it all be done,

The poison ready to free my soul,

Utterson and Poole breaking in like angels in the clouds,

My father standing there tall and proud.

Sitting by my bed listening to my brothers weep,

Staring at the floor feeling terrible and weak,

Utterson and Enfield and Poole all at my side,

Wondering to myself if this is quite the end,

Lanyon looming over me like an angel in the clouds,

My father standing there tall and unproud.