But you too will become like this rotten thing, Like a terrible pile of rottenness, You are the sun of my eyes, the star of the midnight shudder, You are my angel and my passion! Yes, this is how you should be, goddess and queen, Having received Unction, - When the underground dungeon calls you to smolder between the bones under the canopy of grass. Tell the worms that they will devour you, kissing, My beauty - in pus, in blood - That I have preserved both the appearance and the unearthly essence of My decayed love! (fragment of the poem Charles Baudelaire)