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.

- Antonio Machado, translated from spanish by Robert Bly