Lightning crackles through coils of hardened copper.
A squeak and sigh as they pull the stopper.
Green liquid flows between broken, battered lips,
the woman's hair falls as she bestows her kiss.

"Who ever said my kisses aren't magical!"
As her cackle grew heavy and dark and maniacal.
With a sweep of her arm, she throws up the lever,
causing tables to turn with the surge of the weather.

The clouds out the window were swirling so fast,
that beyond the cold chamber, wasn't heard the deep crack.

Of electricity building into a bright light
that would shatter the world in the dark of the night.

With a groan and a shift, the cadaver revived,
The eyes of the woman grew large, "It's alive!"