Opening with a letter dropped on the wooden floor
by the gloomy figure illuminated by lightening,
all sentiments of joy are faded by the window.
With another sudden flash of light breaking in
a pale hand is seen wiping dim, dismal eyes
that wear the bitterness and horror of murky, contorted feelings.
The thunder brings her thoughts upon her enemy-
he, whom she has sworn eternal vengeance,
and the night only brings despair on the moonlit parchment.
“Oh, why has it come to this?”
“If it were but my funeral I would not exist in such agony.”
Another flash and the storm amplifies her deep madness and pain.
She sets out into the night, instinctively knowing they will meet.
He has cheated death once, and before the night is through
their primeval malice will both try death once again.
Her spirit turns restless, nervous, her confidence ebbs and flows,
her grief stirring deep and infuriating, dark images not hers play in her head,
but her determination is recharged by the post.
From the chasm of the darkness he appears,
huge, looming, leaning unnaturally, heavy,
pieced together by unholy hands.
Long before they lock in this deadly encounter tonight
they were joined by a sacrilegious rite of macabre genius,
and now, one against the other, their monstrous dance of death begins.
Their shadows swim through the night and twist among the branches
as their aberrant battle ensues; a dagger is embedded in the heart of one,
and with a bone-crushing squeeze, the other’s countenance goes limp.
He fell not from a lack of strength, but from a lack of will,
he had felt a faint ember of love for her, all that he could muster.
she fell in despair, and shed the first tear between them...
The new dawn catches the edges of the crumpled letter
glistening like hope in the golden sunlight on the wooden floor:
"Doctor Frankenstein is dead."
and his two creations are bitter no more.
Author notes
A glimpse into what the last encounter between Frankenstein and his Bride might be like, from the perspective of and by getting inside the Bride...
Written August 2nd, 2005
In a list
A contest entry
- Tell me a Story... or Whatever by Ceilinh.
400 points, ended August 15, 2005, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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Oh wow! that was one hell of a twist in the end. I love writes like this. They tell a story. They have some sort of a purpose. Not only are feelings clearly and powerfully described but so are the actions and the things that led to these feelings. I loved the imagery here. When it said "their monstrous dance of death begins", I actually said in my mind that I wanted to see that and I did. Your writing painted scenes in my head. I enjoyed every moment of the journey I went on as I read the poem. Well done.
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thanks, all, you spur me to ever improve!
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Wow- talk about atmosphere! Well done and I loved the ending- calling back to the mention of the letter at the beginning was great and the long wait before the final line was very effective.
Thanks for entering!!
-Ceilinh -
You are a very talented poet/author! I really liked this. You wrote it very well, and the background you chose fits perfectly. Bravo!
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ive read the story a long time ago but i honestly wouldnt say this put a chill down my back cause in a way this was like an unedited finished version and yes you did manage to throw in a bit of small portions of suspense and kind of a tiny bit of thrills but not a lot to give me the chilly scared sensation. overall on this i will admit the form is just superb and well thought out and written good luck sug
Rae -
Nice work here. I like the suspense. This is a wonderful write. I enjoyed the read.
~Dee -
awesome
Great work you drew me in from the beginning -
Killer write I love it. And I did enjoy the ending. It caught me off guard. Which is good in a sense... But I love it and its just great. Can't really think of anyway to explain it so.. keep writing.
LxSER
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