Frankenstien

The time has come.

With bleak dark eyes our monster plods along.
Out of the darkness, out of the dusk, he comes, dressed in dismal colored clothes.
His heart heavy with the thoughts of friends, he'll never be with.
Today, he stands in the dim light of day, he realizes how alone he really is.
He looks down at the tumbleweed, gray and white, scattered random shapes.
Grave stones with carved writings worn away by time and a
non existent witness to their memory, died long ago.
The monster, with one and only expression on his face, sadness and
his morbid thought, "There's nowhere for him go.   To lay his head in peace.
No one to turn to.
No future and nearly no present at all.
His heart aches, in this mighty chest.
He carries a stump from a man that fled from his sight,
the magistrate of the town now behind him.
He has lost the beautiful flower that the little child had given him.
He wonders with the bluest thoughts,
of the little body, left behind that now floats in the water of some lake.
Thoughts that scream fearful sounds in his cavern of his mind.
A mind built and sewn together by the mad doctor, in that castle's laboratory.
"It was God's electricity that brought me to life!"
"Oh how I wish this merciful God would snuff me out with His might!"
But instead this beast monster plods along in his massive body.
On his journey, to where?
Stuck with his merciless companion called fate.

To nowhere ... But somewhere ... A cemetery.

As he looks upon the gravestones he senses that there should be a memory
of a time when peace was upon him. A time, not long ago, when the earth wood
around him were designed to comfort him. A place, a coffin,
a fitting end for such a fellow who lived a life of much regret.
Why had he been chosen to be raised from this place.
Why had they dug him up. It was by the doctors orders that Egor moved the earth
that gave him rest. And it was Egor that brought him to that castle, beyond the hill.
But it had been the doctor who gave him life, a life he had no wish to keep.
A life that he knew should never have been and so he lived without doubt,
that here was the place that he would again find rest, if only he knew
how to make that reality here and now and not later by the hands at some
angry mob. A mob where women and children, and clergy and souls,
were equally chanting a cry,
"Burn the monster down to the ground. Send that soulless being to the bowels of Hell."
He knew these thoughts were true, as true as he took each breath.

This cemetery beckoned him, making him feel that it would be so good just to lie down in a
fettle position and wait for the angry mob to swallow him whole.
Let them do with him what they will, this is no way to live being on the run and in despair.
The lids of his eye felt like giant weights had laid on them true.
The frown on his far was one of a tortured soul.
His skin had a dead color, though he breath another breath.
Oh yes, let him lie down and wait for the mob.
Curse the man that brought hi to this, curse the man in total.
The decision was made, he edged toward a grave and laid down upon the soil.
He drew earth around him and wish it was time that end would come.
The whole of people moved toward this spot, dogs howling, torches in flair.
Eyes popping and glowing in the light of a solid moon above.
If ever Wolf man was near he'd be total delight of the scene before him now.
The zombies lied in wait for the monster that laid above.
This would be a night to feast on another. "Come dear creature come." they chimed.
"Come dear creature, we wait with longing mouths for your gray flesh.
Oh yes, tonight we make you mine."

A flare went out from the crowd and a gleeful squeal yelling verbs,
"Our fire has hit its mark. The creature is a fire!"
and all chimed in,
"The creature is a fire!!!"

The Frankenstein monster stood fast in its spot.
Letting the flames engulf him.
Let the smoke billow from his mighty bulk.
And he thought, with no pain or sorrow for his fate,
"You people cry for my end and I welcome it with open heart and arms."
"This night I shall sleep in peace and whomever or what ever shall
come after this, makes no matter, for this nightmare is gone from me forever.

As the ashes showed proof that the man thing was gone,
the nights prowl was still on the run. And in the distance, you could here the howl
of another beast of pry. The beast called the watcher, that had just left the scene of the
Aliens and those Predator's. Ah ... But that is another tale to follow and behold.
Just some pages away, I think, yes just some pages away.

The monster peers
into a cemetery of
sadness.

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Our sad eyed
monster
looks upon a
gravestone.

the mad monster maker

Is there peace
for me here?

Let me lie down
and fade away.

Is there peace
for me here?

He carries the
arm of the
Magistrate.

Story was completed on November 6th, 2009.