In the stage of life,
as curtains rise, your mind that weaves a plan,
solves the world like an equation.

A professor cloaked in numbers, stealing the show.
Each act, and the world watches your crime-lit play

In a ****** world, dystopia,
a rose with thorns, blooms its way in, where law fails, logic feigns.

Where lowlife are crushed by the nobility,
We see only darkness, slowly consuming us

I see you, plucking the thorns with a thorn,
"Catch me if you can, Mr. Holmes" You say,
Testing me with a new case, as mystery unfolds

You're the lord of crime, and a professor of numbers.
In your youth, The men are flabbergasted, by your knowledge

You left me speechless,
shaking my entire world,
I owe you a standing ovation, my eyes sparkling at your sight,
even shadows bow before your will.

In a world, where happiness never blooms,
you are my only light, my sunshine, together we will always be a beautiful story

In a ****** world, dystopia,
a rose with thorns, blooms its way in, where law fails, logic reigns.

Where lowlife are crushed by the nobility,
freedom never dies.

In the dance of life,
death, his only partner,
your Elegance is laced with madness, Your dream is to paint the blood-stained world with beauty.