Satan is a little black raincloud, hovering over the honey tree.
But cloud instead, and ever-during dark
Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men
Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair
Presented with a universal blank
Of Nature’s works to me expunged and razed,
And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
(John Milton. Paradise Lost. Book II, 40-50.)
cf.: Faust. Don’t you think?