Dr Frankensteins Monster

High upon the mountain a castle stood so proud. Down below in terror a noise was stirring loud. The Baron heard the voices he had short time to wait, for he had to get away his object of such hate. Up the hill they came with torches burning bright. Up towards the castle they were a blinding sight. The Monster was so slow he lumbered cross the floor. Then down a winding tunnel behind a hidden door. The Baron led him out and sent him on his way. Then went back to face the price he"d have to pay. The villagers were all in. Intent upon destruction, that thing the Baron made of human part construction. The castle was on fire as the Baron reappeared, the villagers fell silent as they faced the man they feared. At the edge of forest deep the Monster turned and stood. He would never understand why he was misunderstood. The Barons voice was loud as he shouted"God forgive, that you should all destroy the miracle i made live". There was silence for a moment as if they knew not what to do. Then hysteria took control and bedlam did ensue. The castle was burned down, the ashes now so cold. It has fallen into legend, a story to be told. But deep within a forest after fifty years and five. The Barons work is breathing and very much alive. Alone and in despair, afraid to show his face. Hated and despised by all the human race. A victim of a time when ignorance reigned supreme. And science had became a lost forgotten dream. A human tear fell down, the Monster gave a sigh. He only had one wish if only he could die.