I needed to see how the body changed after death.
I had ideas on how the body goes from life to death and then... from death to life.
I created a monster that turned on me.
I hated him, he hated me.
I had stumbled upon the cause of life.
I had discovered how I could bring something TO life.
The monster's face was mismatched and gruesome.
Intill he turned on me, did he run away.
Intill he turned on me, did he cry.
Intill he turned on me, did he ask for peace.
Intill he turned on me did he ask for love.
For when I broke my promise of love to this monster, did he murder my wife and brothers.
For then, I lost the monster.
Intill he turned on me, did I live peacefully.
Intill I died, he mourned of the creators loss.
We never knew each others hate, intill he was swept away on an ice raft, into the sea.
This is my sisters poem based on the book Frankenstein. It is a really good book and suggest it to everyone who reads this. Please don't copy this :)
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Poems And The Occasional Joke
PoesíaThis book is going to be many poems that I have written. I will continue to update as much as possible but I'm not promising anything. I hope you will like them because they take alot of work to make.
