Frankenstein’s Monster IS the Bride!

Lopsided and awkward she is…an addled medley of non-conformed miscellany, lurching through the ages.

What harmony of horrors comprise her carcass?
The dead made alive.
What fearful force animates her awkward flesh?
The Father (sometimes estranged).
What purpose does she serve?
She sifts through mystery, seeking after Truth.

And now she is restless,
sensing her approaching Groom.

Silent huffs hiss through her teeth in hoarse vexation… she is lonely… longing for the consummation… wailing deep-souled-song as she awaits redemption… beautification…

to be a monster no more.