He was waiting by my door,
Gear so rich, yet eyes so poor,
Husky voice of saccharose,
Sheath of hawkish waves of snows.
And I asked him for his name,
Thus he blushed to me in shame,
Thence I told him what was mine,
And his eyeballs seemed to shine.
He evinced having a secret,
Coming from a distant land,
When I inquired for the country,
He just wept and held my hand.
«My mephitic pith is sinful,
Perished, purulent, like me,
Though I wish you could remember,
My nomen — Mephisto Lee».
And Mephisto left my side,
Swiftly, briskly, like a ghost,
And I somehow felt a shiver,
As if endowed with a host.
And it was down at the graveyard,
When a small tomb made me stop,
For it had three letters carved on it,
And «Mephisto Lee» on top.
Addah Monoceros.
