Frankenstein: An Artful Monstrosity

Beneath the glow of midnight oil, in shadows cast askew,

Lurks Frankenstein, an alter ego, with a creative brew.

A monstrosity of art and craft, where passion projects reign,

His studio a secret lab, where ideas flow like rain.

With strokes of genius, fierce and wild, he conjures up the new,

From digital domains untamed, a visionary view.

His monsters not of flesh, but form, in pixels and in hues,

They roar with vibrant life, a gallery of myriad clues.

Frankenstein, the artist, wields his tablet like a torch,

Illuminating canvases, as ideas he does scorch.

Motion graphics, like lightning, strike, giving life to the still,

Adobe's magic at his fingertips, bending art to his will.

An artful monstrosity, indeed, his works doth make one ponder,

For in each creation lies a tale, of which we grow fonder.

So here's to Frankenstein, the creator, with a mind so vast,

Whose artful monstrosities, in the annals of design, are cast..