Oh, I loved you master
but I wish you’d shown the same
Not a tender word uttered
from your lips, not even a name.
The wild hides my wicked form.
Only brambles tolerate my shame.

I wandered the land, nameless,
wretched & broken, alone.
Not even Felix, whom I adored,
loved me back: I remained alone.
My only companion a reflection,
my only discourse my own.

I desired from you, master, an Eve
to share my wretched life.
To cease my ire, Frankenstein,
I demanded you spring new life.
Though you, too, forsook me
All that I craved was a wife.

But you tore her asunder
before the spark lit her eye.
Her limbs dumped in icy depths
I saw with my own cursed eye
& I vowed, then and there,
that all your beloved would die.

So Henry, your father, Elizabeth
all ceased their righteous breaths.
My grotesque fingers
pilfered their lives, their breaths.
How foolish, father, you thought
it was you I warned of death.

You’ve followed me since,
promised to take my wretched soul.
My drive to keep you on my trail,
to frigid land where dwells not one soul.
I felt your heart grow darker.
It hardened to a lump of coal.

Now your death has come
& I still lack a name.
You avowed my murder
but never gave me a name.
I dub myself Adam & await
the cleansing power of flame.