Is there no Good in The Creature ,
Or Its thereabouts?
Its feelings in abundance,
Only in order that it learn
(to better inflict)
Pain and wrath upon its Children ,
And gain Return for His Evil .
It is not you, Our Creatures -
I beg your forgiveness,
Bird and Worm ;
I wish not you to offend.
Most splendid and beautiful
Polychaete ,
as you feast upon your carcass.
Neither do I, intend,
you, Vulture ,
My friend,
To cause dismay nor
Malign your elegant plumage .
Monster ,
From whence you came, unclear.
Perhaps the Sea,
Thrown out by that hero of Mankind,
Grendel - perhaps his mother -
For your unbridled debauchery.
You, the imperfect product of
Three Numbers, the Same ,
Root to Twice Unlucky ,
Of Three times Death .
You, the love child of Mephistopheles ,
And of MacBeth's Unrest .
Let no World know You.
Let no person sense You .
Let no Man act because of You.
Let Your defeat be celebrated ,
Across All Time and All Worlds.
Return You back to Galmi's unshaped form .
