They hasten to their end,
though they think themselves strong and enduring.
I am almost ashamed to share their doings;
my fancy lures me to transform myself
back into flickering flames.
To burn those who once tamed me,
rather than foolishly end with the blind,
even though they be the most godlike gods,
does not seem stupid to me.
I'll think it over: who knows what I will do?

(Loge. Das Rheingold: Scene 4. By Richard Wagner.)