The following lines are a tribute to one of the masters of English literature,William Blake, a legendary visual artist unrecognized in his time.Through "Nemesis", I seek to explore the depths of fears of the metaphoric protagonist from his most famous work, "The Tyger".
Tyger, tyger burning bright
In the forests of the night,
Which creature puts true fright
In thine heart of rock granite?
Is this form a forest beast?
A ghost or a poltergeist?
Doth it boast of a wicked claw
To rip away a flesh so raw?
Doth he own a heart of stone?
Mercy, hath he ever shown?
Doth he pleasure to bring thee strife?
Would it dare to take thy life?
What the fuel?What the fire?
What the reason for his ire?
Are its muscles forged in steel?
Doth he even fear or feel
The lightning from the skies above
Or the mighty final foe?
Tyger, tyger burning bright
In the forests of the night,
Which creature puts true fright
In thine heart of rock granite?
