You said you came from the serenity
Along with your pure tranquility
Bearing the euphonious philosophy
Like a righteous metaphysician
Full of conscientious perspicacity.

Looking humane on those apparel
With the holy bible of the God
You obtain the sanctified trademark
Resembling as a consecrated bishop
And as of a solemn hallowed shaman.

No one knows what you are made of
Neither your unfeigned character
Nor your incubus demeanor
You’re hiding under that ivory shawl
Like the Mephistopheles during twilight.