the dim light

this poem is a about a monster.

I started from my sleep with horror,

a cold dew covered my forehead,

my teeth chattered, and every limb shivered with cold,

by the dim light of the moon, I saw the miserable monster whom I created. 

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[Bianca]

Edit: This sounds like it could possibly the beginning of a … chapter…….!

[Bianca]

Sounds like something from Frankenstein