Insanity is what she is,
Clarity is what she please,
Mortality is what she sees,
Voracity is something she ease.

Mendacity is what she speaks,
Tactfully is something she weaks,
Alchemy was never in her clique,
There kicks in her cavity.

Calumny writes above her head,
Casualty says around her dead,
Pageantry living on her bed,
Banditry was what she hid.

Centrality was all she craved,
Depravity waited for her traced,
Fatality made her braced,
Gallantly now she fazed.