Sunny stayed in summertime,
Though with winter so sublime,
Ants crawled through his windows,
Gorging, revealing the colour of red widows.
Greek faeries came to seduce,
endless siren calls enduced.
Rotting was he, away, away,
eager for a bonny day.
Doses of cherry and strawberry cream,
burped he, in endless shining streams.
Ransomed by the phantom's sigh,
energised again, one to three, three to five.
At last, his cerulean witching glasses,
they'd never watch again his violin classes.
His raven black hair, pearl skin and now mute,
Signor death was enchanted by his pulchritude.
