The Creature
Her eyes opened slowly,
to view her creator
His smile crazed
"I have made life!" he sang,
his hands going over the smooth skin of her pale face,
She watched him carefully,
Fear clutching her stomach.
The thin white material
of a cheap dress,
Clung to her body.
She stood upon her tiny feet,
The ears she'd been given,
Were not that of a human--
She had the ears and tail
of a wolf.
Her eyes the golden yellow,
from the same wolf.
She stared at the man
the scientist, who'd made her.
She was not to have existed.
The human girl,
And the wolf
died early,
And became her.
The Scientist--
scared her,
Feeling her instincts scream "RUN!"
Her human ones broken,
willing her to stay with her "father".
She ran from him,
dashing through the dark corridors,
away from the bright room full
of flashing knobs and jars
with equipment of all kinds,
used for a forbidden thing--
Creating life.
She dashed out onto the cobblestone streets--
filled with people rushing about their days,
Her bare feet slapping the stone,
the crows circling high above--
Singing the song of despair.
She headed past the carts and stomping horses,
full of stinking bodies--
their rotten flesh scented with sickness,
horses shaking their heads
the scent nauseating them.
The child and her mother,
lugging the stiff body,
of yet another dead.
Foam dripping from his mouth,
eyes rolled into the back of his head.
No one notices the tiny
Frightened figure,
it was of no importance to their lives.
The gossip of the women,
saying "Mary" was killing them all.
The "Mary" woman was crying--
she wasn't a witch.
The woman's heart pounding,
as the creature watched,
them strap the woman to the pole,
stacking sticks and hay beneath her feet,
Mary crying and crying--
she's not a witch.
The creation watched,
meeting the young woman's fearful gaze,
she screams--
the devil's got her.
The creature is the devil,
Come to get her.
The people saw her as crazy,
Throwing the burning torches beneath her feet
She screamed and screamed--
It was true,
She wasn't a witch.
The scientist's creation, ran
Ran away once more.
The city was sickness,
and she had to escape.
That night,
The scientist found her,
Brought her back
to that fearful place--
The place that made her
Beg for freedom.
She struggled in his grasp
"Let me go!"
she begs with her golden eyes
She is only a pup,
Her true animal was still hidden--
deep within herself.
She called out to the sky
as he took her toward that dreadful place.
He heard her,
His black wings with shimmering rainbows
caught in the feathers,
His pebble, bird eyes saw her,
Her beauty was intinsified,
in his magnificent bird eyes.
She cried out to him
Her voice--
Full of fear,
It reminded him of,
The voice of a frightened animal
Fearful, Vunerable
Was that man to kill her?
His black eyes watched carefully,
It seemed he would,
for she was disobedient.
He jumped down before them,
fluttering his beautiful wings,
Entransing the scientist,
The fearful girl's eyes were shut.
This was curious,
None had done this before
The scientist shrank in a fearful stupor.
The girl falling to the ground,
her golden hair falling about her,
He reached down and lifted her face,
her golden eyes staring up into his pebble orbs,
She was different,
Her eyes were not caught by beauty,
Or color.
The scientist had made one,
whom could see him.
The monster let go of the creature's face,
He had no idea,
what to think--
Had the scientist done this on purpose?
To weaken him?
The scientist seemed to come out of his transe,
Anger fluttering through his features,
the crature belonged to him.
The creature reached out to the monster,
Defying her creator's thoughts.
The creature and the monster weren't that different at all.
She cried out to him--
"Save me!"
His heart of ice,
Melting?
He lifted her delicately,
guarding her in his feathered arms.
The tiny girl
hidden there,
holding fast to him
A warm little creature
so warm that his ice was melting.
He lifted her,
with his strong avian wings,
Black as night
Shimmering like diamonds,
In the sun.
to view her creator
His smile crazed
"I have made life!" he sang,
his hands going over the smooth skin of her pale face,
She watched him carefully,
Fear clutching her stomach.
The thin white material
of a cheap dress,
Clung to her body.
She stood upon her tiny feet,
The ears she'd been given,
Were not that of a human--
She had the ears and tail
of a wolf.
Her eyes the golden yellow,
from the same wolf.
She stared at the man
the scientist, who'd made her.
She was not to have existed.
The human girl,
And the wolf
died early,
And became her.
The Scientist--
scared her,
Feeling her instincts scream "RUN!"
Her human ones broken,
willing her to stay with her "father".
She ran from him,
dashing through the dark corridors,
away from the bright room full
of flashing knobs and jars
with equipment of all kinds,
used for a forbidden thing--
Creating life.
She dashed out onto the cobblestone streets--
filled with people rushing about their days,
Her bare feet slapping the stone,
the crows circling high above--
Singing the song of despair.
She headed past the carts and stomping horses,
full of stinking bodies--
their rotten flesh scented with sickness,
horses shaking their heads
the scent nauseating them.
The child and her mother,
lugging the stiff body,
of yet another dead.
Foam dripping from his mouth,
eyes rolled into the back of his head.
No one notices the tiny
Frightened figure,
it was of no importance to their lives.
The gossip of the women,
saying "Mary" was killing them all.
The "Mary" woman was crying--
she wasn't a witch.
The woman's heart pounding,
as the creature watched,
them strap the woman to the pole,
stacking sticks and hay beneath her feet,
Mary crying and crying--
she's not a witch.
The creation watched,
meeting the young woman's fearful gaze,
she screams--
the devil's got her.
The creature is the devil,
Come to get her.
The people saw her as crazy,
Throwing the burning torches beneath her feet
She screamed and screamed--
It was true,
She wasn't a witch.
The scientist's creation, ran
Ran away once more.
The city was sickness,
and she had to escape.
That night,
The scientist found her,
Brought her back
to that fearful place--
The place that made her
Beg for freedom.
She struggled in his grasp
"Let me go!"
she begs with her golden eyes
She is only a pup,
Her true animal was still hidden--
deep within herself.
She called out to the sky
as he took her toward that dreadful place.
He heard her,
His black wings with shimmering rainbows
caught in the feathers,
His pebble, bird eyes saw her,
Her beauty was intinsified,
in his magnificent bird eyes.
She cried out to him
Her voice--
Full of fear,
It reminded him of,
The voice of a frightened animal
Fearful, Vunerable
Was that man to kill her?
His black eyes watched carefully,
It seemed he would,
for she was disobedient.
He jumped down before them,
fluttering his beautiful wings,
Entransing the scientist,
The fearful girl's eyes were shut.
This was curious,
None had done this before
The scientist shrank in a fearful stupor.
The girl falling to the ground,
her golden hair falling about her,
He reached down and lifted her face,
her golden eyes staring up into his pebble orbs,
She was different,
Her eyes were not caught by beauty,
Or color.
The scientist had made one,
whom could see him.
The monster let go of the creature's face,
He had no idea,
what to think--
Had the scientist done this on purpose?
To weaken him?
The scientist seemed to come out of his transe,
Anger fluttering through his features,
the crature belonged to him.
The creature reached out to the monster,
Defying her creator's thoughts.
The creature and the monster weren't that different at all.
She cried out to him--
"Save me!"
His heart of ice,
Melting?
He lifted her delicately,
guarding her in his feathered arms.
The tiny girl
hidden there,
holding fast to him
A warm little creature
so warm that his ice was melting.
He lifted her,
with his strong avian wings,
Black as night
Shimmering like diamonds,
In the sun.