the woeful demon, above the groundnflew without a soundnreminiscing ages pastnlightly, now and then, from his eyesna tear fell like lavanand the land bruned belownnhe wanted to believe in goodnessnhe wanted to praynto make peace and to lovenbut he wasn't allowed to liventhus, he decidednto destroy other's delightnnhere I rule and lovenin the dark I'm watching younyou see me for the first time:nI... am the lord of knowledge and freedomnI'm the enemy of the heavens, the natural vice!nnand you shall become queen of the earth,nmy very first fiancé,nwithout compassion, without concernnyou'll begin to watch the wolrd. nwhere there's no genuine glee,nand where beauty is so brief,nwhere there are but crimes and castigationsnand passions most pathetic,nwhere they cannot fearlesslynfeel neither hate, nor love.n - M. Yu. Lermentov (1814-41), Demon