I'm Frankenstein's Monster

When it comes to Doctor Frankenstein and I, people certainly don't admire us.
When Frankenstein built me, he used my brain after I died from the Coronavirus.
The angry villagers come after me with pitchforks and guns.
I fear I'll be destroyed when those frightened people are done.
I heard nothing but screams when I contacted my wife.
People want to destroy me so I have to run for my life.
My wife and others hate me because I look like a monster but I'm a peaceful man.

O Specter

by Regina

O specter, who steals amidst the shadows
in the purple October night,
I lay here barely breathing at your sight,
have you come to grace my presence again?

In summer's warm heart and All Hallows Eve,
in winter's spindly, black bony trees,
it is you that I see,
I hope you passed peacefully.

O specter, who stands over me as I sleep,
you dwell here as if in flesh and blood,
what secrets do you keep?
Are you a wandering wraith sage?

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