The beauty of the veil and frontal tone,
Of moral manner and saintliness alone,
A shining, a glowing, an aura of peace,
A look into heaven and further heaven’s reach,
A look into the knighting of the brave,
The valiant, the kind, and all that heaven gave,
A pictorial story of what lays behind the veil,
A further look of the man inside a fairy tale,
But the unveiling is yet another story so true.
The man behind the mask is the devil’s brew,
The unleashing of evil upon this quiet earth,
A man on a mission from his demonic birth,
A rising into noble ranks and what’s beyond
In the waving of the evil of the sorcerer’s wand.
But as the story goes, a bright future lies ahead.
Goodness came to be as the devil fled.