They used to call me monster

I made them call me king.

I ruled in might and terror

I could do anything.

But monsters don’t just happen

There’s reasons that we’re bad…

And now I can remember

The one that turned me mad.

The one I called my Dad…



For



I am Starswirl’s Frankenstein,

I was his flawed masterpiece

He tried to conjure perfection

But a monster was all he released.





A genius but lonely magician

Was Starswirl the Bearded, the Great.

He was honored, respected, a legend

A master of wisdom and fate

But the old mage didn’t have one thing

Companionship – he was alone.

So he thought that he could create it –

The perfect heir, son of his own.

If only if only he’d known…



For



I am Starswirl’s Frankenstein,

I was his flawed masterpiece

He tried to conjure perfection

But a monster was all he released.





From all different creatures he fashioned

A wizard to beat all the rest

Imbued him with powerful magicks

So his son could rival the best.

But when he breathed life to his creature

His magic went out of control

From magic and chaos, I wakened

Grinning and wild and whole…

And the world would soon know the toll.



Thus



I was Starswirl’s Frankenstein,

I was his flawed masterpiece

He tried to conjure perfection

But a monster was all he released.





Thousands of years it has been

Since my daddy created me mad

But now that friendship was given…

His creation wasn’t…all bad…

Perhaps my father is



Glad