Demon and Angel with Tamara’s Soul - Mikhail Vrubel illustration to Mikhail Lermontov's poem Demon
“And on her lips, which trembled like a lyre,
Tamara felt a breath of quivering fire.
Words like an opiate stilled her struggling throes.
It seemed a Presence from the dark arose.
Hard at her breast a naked blade he bore,
Inevitable, and she knew no more;
His fiery kisses like the lightning spark
Flashed through her veins and all again was dark.
He was her all, her god, her heaven, her hell
To youth, to hope, to life her last farewell.”