We want so much for a triumph;
Life helps us along sometimes.
But to hubris God says, “Harrumph!
And a hungry ego still climbs.
Victor Frankenstein gave his all to science
He labored at it hard.
Ignoring his love in the balance
Until by design he was jarred.
At first his creation was solitary
Spying on humans inside
A cabin where family love flowed in beauty—
And like them, he wanted a bride.
The appreciation for humankind that he showed
Was matched only by the wrath his need for love bestowed.