The MonsterJovan Jovanovic Zmaj
" IN place of the heart, a serpent ;Rage for the mind's command ;An 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 unmatchableBorn of a sin most vile." Of longing, or hope, or virtue,No vestige may there be ; You, even in vice inhumanWhat can you want of me ?" You in its maddest moment The Deepest Pit designed,Let loose to sow confusionIn the order of mankind ;" Here Hatred found you crawlingLike vermin, groveling, prone,Filled you with blood of othersAnd poisoned all your own." Your very thoughts are fiendishSmoke of the fires of Hell.Weird as you are, how is itI seem to know you well ?" Why with your wild deliriumDo you infect my sleep ?Why with my daily footstepAn equal measure keep ? " The monster mutely beckons meBack with his ghostly hand,And dreading his fearful answerI heed the grim command.