Analysis of Nurturing Angel

And the demon of my dream
was the most nurturing angel.
Her accusing eyes, like silver spikes,
and chains clanked at every step.

"Will you come with me?"
– No, never; tombs, dead,
and decayed frighten me.

But her cold and coarse hand
clenched my innocent palm,
and I stumbled into the dawn;

I felt hunger in my teeth and bones,
the lashes of her tongue like blades,
and the icy flames of her cradle,
that cooled the hearth of my soul.