As life is a never ending spool of thread The scissors to cut it irks me the least Life an everblooming concept that fascinates me But why do we have die? There must be something tempt fate at best We are not bound die so earnestly Tangled thoughts taunt in dubiety But recreation life? An obsession digs my reckoning! Reeks decay excites no end Zealously bending and luxating limbs Harvesting organs heart content! Sewing piecing these rotten parts Crumbles castaway reality Morbid desire lures into obsession! Soon delves much deeper than this Almost as if forming new character out me! Engulfed by this creation I am creating. Days turn weeks weeks months months years At last! My comes life. A creature staring with pale yellow eyes Lips dark charcoal scares depths empty abyss! “Master repulse you?” Startled! dash hut. Petrified take second glance monstrosity created Taking refuge gathering thoughts body withering slowly… Years creating beast Frankenstein took heavy toll on life! Master’s stare told all Whatever befallen Is one great sorrow solitude Glancing his running silhouette Puzzling see Master run wind caught onto him Through feelings wondered aimlessly society Only met disgust rocks hurdled For all they could see Was monster inside long last village sight settle for night Away from judgement myth With family was kind felt peace mind! Seasons passed flowers bloomed withered feeling lost emptiness encompasses Oh Master! appeal you: female companion ease loneliness… preposterous request you beast! “…whose joint wickedness might desolate world.” (Chapter 9 pgs. 172-173) Chaos! Madness! Dangers deaths! Such notion stifles moment sight monster Sickens core! what there ignore? Unbeknownst would soon reap path Of tragedy.