Spooky Halloween poem: "The Incubus" by Charles Baudelaire

As if, with beasts’ eyes, angels led

The way, I slip back to your bed,

Quiet as a hooded light,

Hushed by the shadows of the night.

And then, my dark one, you shall soon

Embrace the cold beams of the moon,

Around a fresh grave, the chilling hiss

Of serpent coiled shall be my kiss.

When morning shows his livid face

Your bed shall feel my empty place,

As cold as death, till fall of night.

Others take tenderness to wife:

Dread gives away your youth and life

To me, to be bride of fright.

(Translated by John Hollander)