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THE MONSTER, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: In place of the heart, a serpent
Last Line: "without that magic -- love!"
Alternate Author Name(s): Brankovichera, Vidosava


"IN place of the heart, a serpent;
Rage -- for the mind's command;
And eye aflame with wildness;
A weapon in the hand;

"A brow with midnight clouded;
On the lips a cynic smile
That tells of a curse unmatchable --
Born of a sin most vile.

"Of longing, or hope, or virtue,
No vestige may there be;
You, even in vice inhuman --
What can you want of me?

"You in its maddest moment
The Deepest Pit designed, --
Let loose to sow confusion
In the order of mankind;

"Here Hatred found you crawling
Like vermin, groveling, prone,
Filled you with blood of others
And poisoned all your own.

"Your very thoughts are fiendish --
Smoke of the fires of Hell.
Weird as you are, how is it
I seem to know you well?

"Why with your wild delirium
Do you infect my sleep?
Why with my daily footstep
An equal measure keep?"
. . .
The monster mutely beckons me
Back with his ghostly hand,
And dreading his fearful answer
I heed the grim command.

"Nay, softly," he says; "I pray thee,
Silence thy frightened moan,
And wipe the sweat from thy forehead;
My kinsman thou, my own!

"Look at me well, good cousin;
Such wert thou fashioned of!
Thou, too, wouldst me resemble
Without that magic -- Love!"





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