Vision of the Darkness

I The Darkness . In the mournful vaults of fathomless gloom To which Fate has already banished me, Where a bright, rosy beam never enters; Where, alone with Night, that sullen hostess, . I'm like a painter whom a mocking God Condemns to paint, alas! upon darkness; Where, a cook with a woeful appetite, I boil and I eat my own heart; . At times there shines, and lengthens, and broadens A specter made of grace and of splendor; By its dreamy, oriental manner, . When it attains its full stature, I recognize my lovely visitor; It's She! dark and yet luminous. . ---------------------------------------- Charles BAUDELAIRE 1821 - 1867 Les ténèbres (A Phantom in the Darkness) --------------------------------------------- 4000 * 5000 3D Render 1/1