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.
Copyright © Ned Flanders | Year Posted 2011
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