In the realm of shadows, where darkness resides,

Lies a tale of creation, where horror coincides.

"I've created a monster," cried Dr. Frankenstein,

A creature born of science, a twisted design.

Like a narcissist's grip, his obsession took hold,

As he stitched together life, a story yet untold.

With each stolen breath, a new being took form,

A creature so tormented, a soul trapped in storm.

Dr. Frankenstein, blinded by his own ambition,

Unleashed a monster, a symbol of his derision.

But little did he know, in his quest for control,

A cycle of abuse would soon take its toll.

Just as in an abusive relationship's plight,

The old self is slain, consumed by the night.

A defensive anger, a new persona awakes,

Confusion and tension, as the old self breaks.

The monster, once docile, now fueled by rage,

A reflection of pain, trapped within a cage.

In the depths of his being, a darkness now thrives,

As he seeks revenge, where his creator connives.

Dr. Frankenstein, bewildered by his creation,

Witnesses the consequences of his own damnation.

The monster, a mirror of his own twisted mind,

A reminder of the cruelty he left behind.

In this tale of horror, a deeper truth lies,

Of the monsters we create, both seen and disguised.

For within the darkness, where secrets reside,

Lies the potential for evil, where innocence died.

So let us learn from Frankenstein's tragic tale,

To tread with caution, to never blindly prevail.

For the monsters we create, whether flesh or in soul,

Can consume us whole, leaving us forever in the cold.