What do I remember?

Even I ask that question,

My first memories are foggy,

Like those of a newborn babe.

At first I was lost,

Blind to all around me,

Stranger to the world,

Alien to all.

Slowly sight came to me,

Light shined in my eyes,

Colors soon followed in turn,

Once blind, but no more.

Thirst quenched by water,

Hunger satisfied with food,

Cold blocked with clothing,

Simple things, but good.

Tell things were around me,

Growing from the ground,

What they were I wondered,

Trees, I learned their name.

Near the water I stayed,

Afraid to wander far,

Soon a cloak caught my eye

And became mine, my own.

Something hard was in the pocket

Of the cloak I found,

I took it out and smiled,

Paper that was bound.

The three things were called books,

Full of knowledge and love,

All three of them I kept,

Thought I could not read.

Food began to grow short,

The time had come to leave,

Through the trees I marched,

To the open country.

Soon a cottage I beheld

As the weather grew cold,

I hid among the pigs,

And their food I stole.

I watched through the wall,

A learning spy,

I beheld a family,

Three in all.

There was a man,

And a woman as well,

They lived with their father,

Or so I could tell.

A forth soon came,

Dark from the sun,

She belonged to the man,

Or so I could tell.

I saw in their eyes

A mutual feeling,

A sparkle of life

That I was without.

I realized it suddenly,

Alone I was,

One of a kind,

Of love deprived.

Although I was alone

I yet was not,

The family was there,

To watch and learn from.

Time slowly passed,

With it I learned

How to read and speak,

Words were now mine.

The books from the cloak,

From them I read,

Flowing through words

And stories unbound.

Of these books

One I loved best,

Of Lucifer grand,

And his fall from grace.

Why did I love it?

That I did not know,

Maybe once I was high

And had fallen so low.

One day the old man was alone,

Sitting in his chair,

I seemed so lonely watching him,

I decided to speak to him.

His voice was nice,

His face was kind,

Blind eyes caring,

Friendship was mine.

It soon ended,

They returned,

Son and daughter,

Afraid they were.

Why am I hated?

That I asked myself,

Is it the hearts of men,

Or my own body?

Love of another,

That’s is all I ask,

Even that one joy

I cannot inspire.

If love is denied

Fear I shall inspire,

Man is my enemy,

Now and forever.

I know the secret,

One book gave me it,

I am a creature,

Manufactured by man.

Animated corpse,

Abomination of nature,

That’s what I am,

Of man, not God.

One man made me

Against the wishes of more,

Creating a new frontier,

A war of God and man.

I remember this man,

Face, not name,

Alone he left me,

A miserable wretch.

Victor Frankenstein,

I know that name,

I shall have revenge

Oh father of mine.

I needed guidance,

You left me alone,

I needed food,

You grew fat.

I needed water,

You drank wine,

I needed friendship,

You had a family.

I was cursed,

A monster they said,

But am I the monster,

Or are you, father?

I will burn you

As fire did my hand,

My pain you shall feel,

To feel like me.

What shall I do?

The young boy is dead,

The youngest Frankenstein,

My uncle he was.

I snuffed out his life,

Out shot his breath,

Neck in my hands,

Life leaving slowly.

A picture locket,

He held it in his hand,

I took it from him,

My trophy of sin.

Alas, I fled,

Ashamed in my mind,

My trophy was a flame

That burned at my mind.

I hid in a barn

As it began to rain,

I turned my head,

And saw her.

A beautiful woman,

Asleep she was,

The necklace I placed

Around her sweet neck.

I did wrong again,

Oh shameful me,

The woman was killed,

Framed for my crime.

Finally confrontation,

My father and I,

We watched each other,

Which one will die?

I told him my story

Of sadness and pain,

The look on his face

Showed me I was his bane.

One thing,

That is all I ask,

I need a mate,

One like me.

Please do this for me,

For if you don’t,

Just like me,

You’ll be alone.

Tell me why

You ruined her,

Tell me why

You broke your promise?

Tell me why

I must be alone,

Tell me why

You should have love?

You shall know

The pain of loss,

You shall know

The furry of knowledge.

You shall know

What its like to be me,

You shall know

No family.

What have I done?

That I ask in my heart,

I destroyed my father

For being just that.

Alone he created me,

With his own hands,

Without those hands

I would not be.

Truly a sinner now,

My soul is tainted,

It was my rage

That killed you, father.

Lord I ask you,

In your eyes alone,

Am I a man,

Or am I a monster?