the werewolf
Once a month,

I howl at a full moon,

mad with misty light.

Lonely and masterless,

I am my own dog.


Frankenstein’s monster
I did not ask for this:

an assembly of reprehensible parts,

a thunderbolt, and an agony

of life no one wants

me to live.


the forgotten prisoner of Castel-Maré
Memory is a dungeon

where my bones remain

chained to walls. My last word

fell from my mouth

with my tongue.


Dracula
Childless, I am savage

sire to an inverted family

of undead ancestors,

related solely by blood

and a taste for more. 


the hunchback of Notre Dame
If beauty is fleeting,

I know why. The lash

and the will to whip

a broad back bloody

has left me one eye.


the mummy
Duty drives even the dead

from shroud to stairs

to serve whoever commands.

Breathless, I limp, ragged

through empty centuries.


Dr. Jekyll
I cannot remember

half of what I’ve done.

With blood on my shoes,

I wonder where to hide

the rest of who I am.


the phantom of the opera
Symphonies and sewers

are my fate. A mask

and darkness is all

I need to forget

I ever had a face.


the creature from the black lagoon
Alone, in a dim, green world,

I knew nothing. Now, I’ve seen

her, and only now, do I see

my home is merely mud, weeds,

and still, dark water.