Definition: a divinity or supernatural being of a nature between gods and humans.
Usage: Used to describe something usually of sinister origin
Used in Frankenstein: when Frankenstein is describing his creation to Walton
Definition: showing fearlessness and determination
Usage: Often used to describe someone with courage and bravery
Used in Frankenstein: to describe the men that Walton employs on his ship
Definition: a person who travels aimlessly; a traveler
Usage: Used to describe someone who doesn’t seem to have a purpose
Used in Frankenstein: to describe the cloaked figure that the men see traveling across the ice by dog-sled
Definition: make or declare something sacred; dedicate formally to a religious or divine purpose
Usage: Usually used to describe holy ground
Used in Frankenstein: to describe the temple that Walton hopes to have his name in, in the same niche of Homer and Shakespeare
Definition: select from a large quantity; obtain from a variety of sources OR reduce the population of a wild animal by selective slaughter
Usage: I usually see this word used in the latter definition, with respect to killing
Used in Frankenstein: to describe Walton and the words he chooses, he “culls” them, “yet they flow with rapidity and unparalleled eloquence” (Shelley 11)
Definition: something one accepts as true or real; a firmly held opinion or conviction
Usage: Used to describe someone’s inner truth
Used in Frankenstein: by Walton to describe his passions, he has “a love for the marvelous, a belief in the marvelous” (Shelley 6)
When across the ice came the daemon
Wary eyes from fearful bodies followed the tracks and found nothing dauntless
Within their hearts. The seas are kind to wanderers
And footsteps tread cannot tumble those consecrated
Waves. Rumbling thunder crowds the skies that shroud those that have been culled
In their creator’s minds, though from their existence there is still belief.
The creation asks, “ Why did you create me with your belief?”
The creator replies, “I could never believe you would become a daemon,
And so thus it is my duty to have your wildness culled
To prevent the spread of fear in hearts otherwise dauntless.”
The creation wonders if the conflagration of his existence scorches the consecrated
Ground beneath his creators feet, and decides to live his days as a wanderer.
But anger changes his mind, when stitched muscles clench spinning the wanderer
About on his path, forcing him to choose his own beliefs.
“Do I dare choose a path for the holy? A path that is consecrated?”
For I am naught but a daemon
So says my creator, a man without a dauntless
Heart. I will run with dogs across the ice for my being cannot be culled.
In the wake of a ship the creator hides, hoping not to be culled
By the creation he so fears, whose name shakes on the tip of his tongue, the wanderer
In his new endeavors dauntless
For he knows now he cannot fail, this is his belief.
He searches for a way to lift the brand of daemon
From his back so he won’t be from the fiery depths forged, but from the earthly ground consecrated.
Dig out a grave of soil consecrated
In the blood of the culled
From felled daemons
The solemn wanderers
Those that have no more belief
And choose not to be dauntless.
The creator begins to dig but asks himself if dauntless
Fires burn within his heart and he knows that they do not. To ash the consecrated
Ground went in the fires of those hearts fueled by their belief
Seared were the beasts that had been culled
And scorched were the feet of the wanderer
While running from the flames that beckoned him home, the daemon.
Burn belief. Fire needs fuel of the dauntless.
Dip into the shining waters a daemon, and his body blessed he will be consecrated.
Once culled, always a wanderer.