Metempsychosis.

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.