The Possessed by Charles Baudelaire (Translation Will James)

The sun in mourning has muffled its fire
A black hole
(Avatar of my soul) that slumbers and smokes
And plunges into the depths

Black Moon  I love you there but should you emerge
Like an astral body from behind a curtain of clouds
To strut on the stage before the howling mob
Unsheathe your glittering dagger and strike         

First with your blazing eyes

And ignite a fire beneath the feet of those adoring fans  
Anything goes (morbid or blue)  

Be what you will   black night or crimson sunrise
The nerves of my body cry out
‘Beloved Beelzebub I adore you’