Lament for Frankenstein

Thou art a wretched soul,
Not an image of thy creator,
But a mockery,
Twisted shadow of his thought:
A testimony to his arrogance

Thou art a lonely soul,
Abandoned, orphaned by a father
Who feared rather than loved thee,
Offspring of his unholy desire to birth
That which was never meant to be

Thou art a creature despised,
Scorned by their vanity,
Judged by their piety,
Imposters that hate thee,
For thou art the mirror of their blackened souls

Thou art a monster,
Made not by their hands,
but by their words, their deeds
When done they look upon your countenance,
and turn away, revolted, horrified

Renounce thee they do,
Renounce responsibility for an evil of their making.
So, lament Frankenstein
For you are not the last of your kind

The race of man breeds monsters
And understands not ,
That evil exists,
Not by birth, but by consequence

Lament Frankenstein
For others will follow your path to hell
long after you are gone.