A response to Frankenstein
What nightmares cling, with such barbaric freedom,
Upon the immortal spirit! In gloomy state,
What thoughts do climb the passions,
The fevered mind of slaves! Whose blood should leap,
Gnashing and cursing, in his veins?
Heart so unwilling! Do you seek the darkness?
What thoughts then may seem to creep
It’s treacherous slope, it’s river’s listless sweep,
Raging in mockery! In gloom,
What thoughts speak to the miserable! Extinguished,
Joyous dreams—what monstrous terrors
Does the creator see? In fevered treachery
He has poisoned the darkening sleep—
Let he his nightmares keep.
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