A Sonnet to Jekyll & Hyde

Sun was looming from your lips,
and grace controlled your gait,
but your words turned into whips.
By then it was too late.

Jekyll, I fell for you,
but was it really you?
The man in ugly stride
went by the name of Hyde.

I believed your lies
as for the rest, I drew the blinds
on the windows and my eyes

They’ve warned me of your kinds
but through the heartfelt cries
I hoped for better times