A lone figure in the moonlight, a child with a future so bright
Altered beyond recognition when fire and storm collide
Created by a chemical reaction with every change of tide
Alas! An alchemy, maybe that's what it is
But what have we in here?
Its head held high,
Wasps flies every time it says Aye!
Ready to sting every inch of thy skin
Eyes in the middle, its gaze will surely make you fiddle
Blood runs rancid on its veins
Circulating its every inch
But beneath its chest is a golden treasure that you can't even measure
A creation of Frankenstein, a monster in disguise
The child in the shadows who is ready to tell you lies
Face it with all your might or run and take your flight