Frankenstein's lover
In gothic boudoirs throughout the land, monsters are created from the corpses of former lovers
Break the sod and shovel through the wormy loam Crack the casket lid and take my lover home Cut away the flesh and sinew, hack the bone Slap the slab and pierce the jigsaw till it's sewn * Search the hallowed ground, a stone, a memory Then dig for death, a corpse of one once dear to me Fill the barrow, wheel away by raven night Hobble down the cobbled road towards the light * Vaulted dank laboratory, black with bloody S...
