The Bride of Frankenstein

Ambition mocks with a sterile incision, forcing a lotus to bloom from the cold sediment of the tomb,

Animal defiance and a yearning to peel back the cosmos to its raw scalp stir beneath the patient etherized on the metal slab,

Syringes of steel and glass, the coils spiral together, their twining peaks reflecting the castle's gaslight halos,

From their flickering tongues spew smoke and fulminant light, a visceral unease mingling with the electric hum of creation's purloined spark,

Death's unmemory lingers, chills the chimera's heart, making the doctor's forceps spring away from the sickly sweet decay, under the harsh brow of the kleig lights,

Here, in the unsettling glow of galvanism, monsters shape marrionettes to wail in the hollows of their amalgamated souls