One morning, it was around two or three Night had let the moon free already Calisté, awaken from her dreams so deep, Enjoyed the charms of her lover asleep.
Eliot’s gift was beauty Lest he got that if no money.
In jail he’d have finished had he been ugly Or would have perished with no one to see That’s how things happened
That Night, as she was staring at him Unexpected changes occurred on his skin Red pimples and scars on his face were crawling Never had she seen such disgusting things Emerald juice flew from the scars without resting Down in the sheets that cradled their petting
Unfortunate Eliot whose fate was changing Girls would no longer in their beds get him Lost and heavy his steps would beat the streets Year after year till death gives him release.
Unconsciously Calisté alarmed the house lady Nightly frightened the old woman went up to see Her face turned green when she then saw him In his lover’s bed Eliot still asleep.
Last night that boy was oh, so charming! On time had he come for Chinese tea “Verboten” he’d said as if Hell was watching Empty soon was one cup, then two, then three Red filled his eyes as the cups emptied Soon after a strange vigor took his body
But it was too late he drank too much tea Enjoying himself his head started boiling In his rest, asleep, his body decayed.