The Last Man

By heaven and hell, and all the fools between them,
I will not die, nor sleep, nor wink my eyes,
But think myself into a god; old Death
Shall dream he has slain me, and I'll creep behind him,
Thrust off the bony tyrant from his throne
And beat him into dust. Or I will burst
Damnation's iron egg, my tomb, and come
Half damned, ere they make lightning of my soul,
And creep into thy carcase as thou sleepest
Between two crimson fevers. I'll dethrone
The empty skeleton, and be thy death,
A death of grinding madness. -- Fear me now;
I am a devil, not a human soul --

by Thomas Lovell Beddoes

Comments (6)

All the fools between them! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This is beautiful poem. I think the poet has written this when he came to know that he was going to die. Very nice.
wow nice, this is a lovely piece.
Looking at the dates above,1803-1818, he was only in his 15th year when he died? ? Wow there's a troubled youth! But there's something about this poem... But think myself into a god; old Death Shall dream he has slain me... wish I'd come up with that.
I'll dethrone The empty skeleton, and be thy death, A death of grinding madness. - Fear me now; I am a devil, not a human soul - .. touching depiction of devil's soul. Nice diction. Congratulation to his soul.
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