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…