"'Twas the Night of Creation" by Aidan Gillespie

'Twas the night of creation, when all through the tower
The creature was silent, awaiting his hour,
The dials were humming in Frankenstein's lair,
As he watched over his monster with affection and care,
The family of Victor was snug in their beds,
Not knowing the plot that had entered his head,
And Henry and William, Elizabeth, too,
Didn't know what the monstrous creation would do,
But back in the lab there arose quite the clatter,
Victor tried to reanimate once lifeless matter,
Raising the body to meet with the flash,
He brought life to his son with a deafening crash,
The moon shining through into Frankenstein's lab,
Gave an ominous glow to the heap on the slab,
When, what to his terrified eyes should appear,
But a being that could eat, speak, walk, and hear,
With a daunting figure and a misshapen face,
The monster was the first of a terrible race,
He rose and towards Victor he slowly came,
He mumbled and shouted in search of a name,
"Oh hideous creature!"  Victor declared,
"Curse this 'playing God' trap in which I've been ensnared",
To the steps of the lab, to his once happy home,
Victor returned while his monster did roam,
"To your filthy grave, you go back to the earth!"
Victor snarled after witnessing his creature's birth,
As gorillas that before an enemy roar,
The monster shouted as he walked 'cross the floor,
So up to the tower-top, Victor did fly,
Cursing his monster, who he knew must die,
But then, in an instant, he heard down below,
The incoherent ravings of his newfound foe,
As he shuddered in fright, and sought to break loose,
Victor encountered the monster and foresaw his own noose,
He was dressed all in rags, from his skull to his toes,
And his hair was as black as a family of crows,
A pair of thin lips encircled his jaws,
And he looked pretty terrible with all of his flaws,
His eyes -- how lifeless!  His skull -- so gnarled!
His cheeks weren't like roses; they shook when he snarled,
His sick little mouth was drawn up like a snake,
And his square-shaped chin was more than Victor could take,
His tree-trunk-like legs he struggled to master,
And his clumsy large arms were a horrid disaster,
He had a broad body and a strong, heavy build,
And Victor shook as he witnessed what he should have killed,
The creature was strong, a right terrible being,
And one look upon him would send anyone fleeing,
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave Victor to know he had everything to dread,
The monster spoke not a word, but approached with a growl,
And Victor's countenance quickly changed to a scowl,
And reaching his hand to the nearby stair,
He scurried away and left his dear lair,
He sprang to his coach, and began to depart,
And away he rode in his rickety cart,
But he heard his creation exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"I will come for you Frankenstein, this very night!"