Ms Frankenstein Speciman No 66

The invisible door of day Is quietly shutting. It is time for me to walk out Under the alchemy of the stars While the heron rumples its ancient silvery wings I keep one eye on the moon, that white clairvoyant She is reading the runes of the tides I was built from the stopped clocks of the dead I did not spill into the world From a mother's womb, From an empty thrush's nest The grass is quicksilver, running before the wind Like hares before the hounds The buttons of my dress are owls' eyes My heart was pulled throbbing from a vixen My teeth are pearls from a murdered vamp's necklace My face was/is my own, with periwinkle ears I am Frankenstein specimen no 66 What is my purpose? To boost my master's ego As a wife should