In a shadowed lab on a stormy night,
Under the flash of lightning’s bite,
A figure lay on the table bare,
Built from pieces beyond repair.
Dr. Frankenstein, with eyes of fire,
Stood by his work, dark desire.
With wire and bolt, with stitch and seam,
He brought to life a twisted dream.
A jolt of power, a spark, a flare,
The creature’s fingers twitched in air.
Eyes flew open, wide with fright,
Awoken by that electric light.
A patchwork face, with scars so deep,
A lumbering beast, dragged from sleep.
It rose and moaned, its voice a groan,
Born from death and all alone.
Its limbs were heavy, its gait was slow,
A creature bound with pain and woe.
It staggered forth, unsure, afraid,
Lost in the life its maker made.
Dr. Frankenstein cried, “It’s alive!”
Yet fear in his own heart did thrive.
For what he’d made was not his kin,
A soul without, just rage within.
The creature roared, a mournful sound,
Its massive fists beat earth and ground.
In search of solace, love, or peace,
But haunted only by the deceased.
Through village streets, it stumbled on,
Shunned by faces, cursed and drawn.
By torchlight’s glow, it fled and cried,
For acceptance lost, denied, decried.
Its eyes were sad, its heart was torn,
This lonely thing, unloved, forlorn.
A creature fierce, yet soft inside,
Forever cursed to run and hide.
Each Halloween, when storms grow fierce,
And lightning’s flash the night does pierce,
They say his spirit stirs again,
The broken dream of Frankenstein.
So heed this tale of life gone wrong,
A monster’s cry, a lonely song.
For stitched with bolts and human sin,
Frankenstein’s curse begins within.
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How enjoyable!
Thank you very much! 🎃😎
You are very welcome John!
Awww poor Frankenstein 😆 haha, good one John – very well written!
Haha, thanks! Glad you liked it! Poor Frankenstein, indeed—he just can’t catch a break! 😆