And he was the demon of my dreams, the most handsome of all angels. His victorious eyes blazed like steel, and the flames that fell from his torch like drops lit up the deep dungeon of the soul. "Will you go with me?" "No, never! Tombs and dead bodies frighten me." But his iron hand took mine. "You will go with me." ...And in my dream I walked blinded by his red torch. In the dungeon I heard the sound of chains and the stirrings of beasts that were in cages.