A different sort of look at an old story.

Stitch In Time (Bride of Frankenstein)
by Michael Romani

The things we have as we venture
Living life as a grand adventure
Sometimes it's more than pride can take
When it's a losing game we just can't shake

The subterfuge makes it delicious
Taking the bite from what makes it precious
Holding hard in near perfect reception
While keeping to our games of deception

Being who we want to be; more than who we are
The journey begins like a dance beneath the stars
Death's kiss turns into a wicked smile
Daring most anything but our pleasure's denial

Alive and yet here we are barely breathing
Up to the challenges we keep deceiving
The bride of Frankenstein fights her corset
Its the one cruelty of life she'd as soon forget

Mending then as a stitch in time
It's the parade of torture to keep women in line
For if man didn't constrain a woman's hand
It's a near certainty that she'd assume command

Love learns to live without things that bring pain
However pleasing to the eye, there are limits to being vain
It's these things of compromise seen through her eyes
The Bride of Frankenstein offers her dull surprise

Learning to walk in steps once more and then again
It's the light in darkness lent by one called friend
Decisions made then devastatingly delayed and played
Are naught but a whisper of dragons yet to be slayed

(c) October 7, 2018  Michael Romani
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