Jean-Édouard Dargent, Les Vapeurs de la Nuit, 1899.
A Spirit of Fire drenched in gloomy tears,
Shadows dancing around the flames
Revealing sealed secrets through flickering candlelight,
Intoxicating the senses, a seduction of the evernight.
Lustfully La Luna illuminates I,
Who sheds like the Le Serpent Rouge,
And calls her fiendish lovers to blow the horn,
Unleashing a beautiful beast that is to be born.
Naked I am before the fiery lake,
Seeing the Heavens torn asunder
Where Hell is now a starlit lunar reflection
Of a kingdom of shady silhouettes seeking perfection.