My Dear “Adam”, as you once requested,

Without suspicion
as you slept at heaven’s door
I reshaped nature

in the darkest night
electricity’s embrace
stirred your tender heart

as your brain concurred
you became my greatest Art
and then you awoke

trapped in a dark dream
there’s no undoing what’s done,
I do have my regrets

because I’m to blame
you live in your loneliness,
must hide far away

when I think of you
I call myself a monster
do you ever dream

do you imagine
what is it to be human
I long to see you

again we will meet
now my carriage has arrived
I will write again,

With a tortured heart,
May this letter sooth your soul,
Victor Frankenstein