The Angry Bride

Silencing him only angered him more;

for what he sought,

some would abhore;

to the electricity

flowing through his body,

matching that

of an angry somebody.

As he reaches through time and space,

his mind stays

racing for the matching energy

to his electricity.

She's angry and turbulent and crawling

through muck and mud

and hauling

ugliness and strife

alongside

her.

"Husband, I know you can feel me,"

she cries.

"I won't stop

until you're unlocked

out of your cage."

As storm clouds move in,

Frankenstein draws within

the depths of his mind,

searching for his angry bride.

For if he doesn't find her,

time may very well stand

still,

worlds may very well be still,

and either way,

he still may very well have lost her...