Anteros

If you ask why my heart so swells with rage
And why, on its pliant neck, my head is unbowed;
It is that I boast of Antaeus' lineage,
And hurl back at the conqueror his thunderous arrows.

Yes, I am one the Avenger has possessed,
And he has stamped my brow with his fevered mouth,
Beneath the pallor of Abel, bloodstained alas,
Rises the relentless flush of Cain, my brother!

The last one, Jehovah, vanquished by your genius,
Who, from the depths of hell, cried "Tyranny!"
He is my father Dagon or forebear Belus...

In the waters of Cocytus three times they plunged me
down;
N ow, as sole protector of the Amalekite, my mother,
The ancient dragon's teeth I have sown again.