Birth of a Monster

His body rested on a chair
         His spirit left it sitting there

A cigarette burned watching him
         The only witness to this grim
         Forsaken end of what once was
         A man whose soul had broke the laws
         That governed life since life began
         The law that spirits fill a man
         Until the spirit is called back
         But a rebel spirit did attack

It smirked as it turned to leave
         But only a fool would try deceive
         A law as old as life itself
         And for the first time from a shelf
         A virgin tome was pulled and read
         With words so mystic, winds fell dead
         And seas went still, and the man awoke
         His life returned from a spell misspoke

The spirit laid dead on the floor
         And the newborn monster locked the door