(From the perspective of a non-existent friend from a mouse's dream)
Upon time, only once, there lived a friend,
In a land not too far away, she died,
I have heard, long ago, that every death
Should be mourned. So here I am, to tell you
About the life of a friend I had lost
Long ago, in a time far, far away...
A house of laughter and smiles, love and warmth,
This was the paradise in which she lived,
'It was a sanctuary,' she said to me
She talked of Mary and Chris - forever
Loving - the masters of this paradise,
Who she admired, yet envied - in darkness,
O! Their kindness! Their happiness! Their love!
My friend watched in shadowed isolation,
But she loved them, as Frankenstein's monster
Had loved his 'friends'...And her untimely death?
She was killed by Mary and Chris. Let this poem
Be the gravestone, the real 'sanctuary' in which
