FRANK 031 – Mary Shelley | Frankenstein

(Verse 1) A young Mary dreamed beside the lake beneath a stormy sky, Where poets spoke of ghostly tales while thunder rolled nearby. Then waking from a vision, she beheld a student’s room, And saw a lifeless figure rise beneath a dreadful gloom. (Verse 2) She shaped the dream through language and gave the Creature breath, Then bound his lonely story to ambition, love and death. She gave the tale to Walton, then Victor spoke within, While every nested telling revealed another sin. (Chorus) She wrote of those who make life, then turn from what they made, Of innocence abandoned and debts that must be paid. She asked what makes a monster, what makes a human soul, And left the world still searching where either one is whole. (Verse 3) Her pages crossed through sorrow she knew too well in life, Through childhood touched by absence and years of loss and strife. Yet from those shadows Mary made questions that endure, Of knowledge without wisdom and love denied its cure. (Verse 4) The book escaped its century and travelled far beyond, While Creature and creator remained forever bound. Through theatre, film and legend their altered shadows grew, Yet underneath each version her deeper questions flew. (Chorus) She wrote of those who make life, then turn from what they made, Of innocence abandoned and debts that must be paid. She asked what makes a monster, what makes a human soul, And left the world still searching where either one is whole. (Bridge) She gave no simple villain, no innocence complete, But set the made and maker where consequence must meet. The spark that Victor coveted became her lasting flame, And generations carried the Creature with her name. (Outro) Beyond the Arctic darkness, beyond the funeral fire, The woman who imagined them outlived their last desire. Her Creature walks beside us wherever questions start, And Mary Shelley’s vision still beats within its heart.