“Like a sleeping swan which alone, far from the bank,
Surrenders its white wing to the fleeing wave,
The unknown young man reclined softly
On this vaporous bed which glided ‘neath his arms.
Purple was his robe, and opal tints,
Fiery or pale, entranced the attention.
Black was his hair, tied with a head-band,
A crown, mayhap a burden:
The gold therein was live like the mystic fires
Twisting and burning on the ancient tripods.
His wing was bent, and its weak color
Copied the pallor of the evening mist.
Many diamonds sparkled gracefully
On his delicate feet, clasped by a gold band;
His arms and all his fingers, gently surrounded
By mysterious rings, dazzled the eyes.
He waved his hand holding a golden scepter,
Like a king reviewing his Army from a mountain…”
—- The description of Satan in Éloa by Alfred de Vigny