lt was a cold and stormy night,
A shiver ran down her spine as his clammy hands trembled.
His purpose was intriguing and deeply disturbing.
He left her in a frightened trance with her face emerged in disgust as he paid her.
His plumb body was not conditioned for the climb,
Sweat mixed with the cold rain as he ran the wire to highest point.
His loyal servants had aided him in ramming the metal steak into the ground.
He saw moving lights at the bottom of the hill.
He interrupted the faint voices with his thoughts: “Dr. Frank…”
“Witch hunters!” he thought angrily.
It was tonight or never.
His life’s work must come alive.
He waited, hoping that lightening would strike before the mob reached him.
His senses were filled with white plasma!
His final thoughts before passing out raced with exhilaration,
“After all! I am Dr. Franklin!”
Das Ende by J. Magnes
Franklin flew kite into lightening storm to prove that lightening is electric in 1752. He was creepy in the sense that he was an out-of-shape drunk and womanizer. Mary Shelley published Frankenstein in 1818. Both characters, the real Franklin and the fictional Frankenstein, were in love with electricity and lightening. This makes me wonder if the resemblance in their names is coincidental.