Avec ses nerfs rompus, une main \u00e9corch\u00e9e,
\nQui marche sans le corps dont elle est arrach\u00e9e,
\nCrispe ses doigts crochus arm\u00e9s d\u2019ongles de fer
\nPour me saisir ; des feux pareils aux feux d\u2019enfer
\nSe croisent devant moi ; dans l\u2019ombre, des yeux fauves
\nRayonnent ; des vautours, \u00e0 cous rouges et chauves,
\nBattent mon front de l\u2019aile en poussant des cris sourds ;
\nEn vain pour me sauver je l\u00e8ve mes pieds lourds,
\nDes flots de plomb fondu subitement les baignent,
\n\u00c0 des pointes d\u2019acier ils se heurtent et saignent,
\nMeurtris et disloqu\u00e9s ; et mon dos cependant,
\nRuisselant de sueur, frissonne au souffle ardent
\nDe naseaux enflamm\u00e9s, de gueules haletantes :
\nLes voil\u00e0, les voil\u00e0 ! dans mes chairs palpitantes
\nJe sens des becs d\u2019oiseaux avides se plonger,
\nFouiller profond\u00e9ment, jusqu\u2019aux os me ronger,
\nEt puis des dents de loups et de serpents qui mordent
\nComme une scie aigu\u00eb, et des pinces qui tordent ;
\nEnsuite le sol manque \u00e0 mes pas chancelants :
\nUn gouffre me re\u00e7oit ; sur des rochers br\u00fblants,
\nSur des pics anguleux que la lune refl\u00e8te,
\nTremblant, je roule, roule, et j\u2019arrive squelette
\nDans un marais de sang ; bient\u00f4t, spectres hideux,
\nDes morts au teint bleu\u00e2tre en sortent deux \u00e0 deux,
\nEt, se penchant vers moi, m\u2019apprennent les myst\u00e8res
\nQue le tr\u00e9pas r\u00e9v\u00e8le aux p\u00e2les feudataires
\nDe son empire ; alors, \u00e9trange enchantement,
\nCe qui fut moi s\u2019envole, et passe lentement
\n\u00c0 travers un brouillard couvrant les fl\u00e8ches gr\u00eales
\nD\u2019une \u00e9glise gothique aux moresques dentelles.
\nD\u00e9chirant une proie enlev\u00e9e au tombeau,
\nEn me voyant venir, tout joyeux, un corbeau
\nCroasse, et, s\u2019envolant aux steppes de l\u2019Ukraine,
\nPar un pouvoir magique \u00e0 sa suite m\u2019entra\u00eene,
\nEt j\u2019aper\u00e7ois bient\u00f4t, non loin d\u2019un vieux manoir,
\n\u00c0 l\u2019angle d\u2019un taillis, surgir un gibet noir
\nSoutenant un pendu ; d\u2019effroyables sorci\u00e8res
\nDansent autour, et moi, de fureurs carnassi\u00e8res
\nAgit\u00e9, je ressens un immense d\u00e9sir
\nDe broyer sous mes dents sa chair, et de saisir,
\nAvec quelque lambeau de sa peau bleue et verte,
\nSon c\u0153ur demi-pourri dans sa poitrine ouverte.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"parent":0,"template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"default","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"set","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"annee":[533],"poems-book":[620],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[614],"class_list":["post-14012","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-533","poems-book-premieres-poesies-gautier","poete-theophile-gautier"],"yoast_head":"\n