Frankenstein's reveal

Frankenstein's reveal

From the darkness of my hovel, I learned your language
By listening and watching those in the cottage
I read Paradise Lost, and Plutarch Lives
And listened to the lessons of the old man to his kids,
of Geography and wars, of nature and life,
of language and writing, and the wars and the strife.
I looked in the water, as t'were a glass,
and was horrified by my own appearance.
The ghastly green skin barely covered my temples,
I barely could look at my own ghastly horrors
Not only my veins but my muscles showed through,
My hair was black, and my lips were too,
my eyes were yellow, my fingernails blue.
No seeing one could look at my ugliness
Without feeling and knowing some sort of distress

But the old man was blind, and my voice was soft,
I sounded like him, since from him I was taught.
I waited to see when he would be free,
or alone, that is, with none who could see.
At last, my time came and the man was alone
So I knocked at the door, and a voice not my own
answered to tell me to come in,
I said I was french, and there was no nearby inn,
He invited me in, and asked what I needed
My story I half told, but soon began to plead
Excepting my ugliness, I tried to tell all,
But hearing a knock on my knees I did fall.
The door flew open, and two ladies screamed,
One ran quite away, one fell down and fainted.
But the boy fell upon me and attempted to beat me
And dragged me away from the old man's knee
I could have killed him but I did not,
Just waited and then to my feet I got
And ran to the forest, ne'er more to see
Nor talk to the small cottage family.
For the next day they left, in anguish and fear,
And the house and farm I burned and shed not a tear
For now my anger was stronger than sorrow
And I left through the forest and into tomorrow

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