Frankenstein was only a monster because that's what people made him out to be.
He was actually a kind and gentle soul but that was what everybody refused to see.
Frankenstein only became violent when the angry villagers decided to attack.
They came at him with torches, axes and pitchforks and he had to fight back.
After he killed in self defense, the villagers burned him to death, it was a horrible fate.
People's prejudice made them attack and Frankenstein died because of fear and hate.
When the villagers killed him, it was a terrible incident.
They feared Frankenstein because he was different.
Those people let hate and fear blind them, they thought that killing him would put their minds at ease.
But they soon learned that they were the monsters because of prejudice which is a horrible disease.
I take it, from the poem's
I take it, from the poem's interior details, that you are writing about the 1931 film from Universal Studios, with Boris Karloff as the Monster? The Monster is not called Frankenstein . . . either in the film, or in the novel . . . that name belongs to the man who constructed the Monster. Have you read the novel by Mary Shelley? She was the first literary person whose work I ever encountered (at the tender age of five and a half years old; on Christmas night of 1963). In the spring of 1978, I was privileged to make the novel, her first, the focus of my sophomore project in college, a survey of over one hundred years of reviews of the novel. I have read many, many interpretations of both the film and the novel, and yours is about the uniquest that I can remember in a long, long time.
Starward