And it was the demon of my dream, the angel
most lovely. Brilliantly
like steel shone his triumphant eyes,
and the bleeding flames
of his torch lit
the deep crypt of my soul.
"Will you come with me?"—"No, never; tombs
and the dead frighten me."
But his iron hand
clutched my right hand.
"You will come with me."...And I went forward in my dream,
blinded by the red light.
And in the crypt I heard the sound of chains
and the stirring of caged beasts.