Magician!

Magician, I admire your dress codes, Satin skinned but wrinkled beyond restore, You have presented me the precious crystals Dubious in nature and have the taste of salted egg yolk, Fairies are your dear consorts and concubines, With whom you travel through the thin air, Holding the corns of those mystical beasts and petals, To play with the three dimension perception of the viewers, Full of colorful ribbons elongated as the rainbows, Thousands of them at the edge of the floating ice cream sphere, Sprinkle that tiny gold dust from the fireball canister, Magician, you are too great to be small to end up in our hearts, Let us jump into the aqua duck on the shore of Liverpool, Rickety ride on the concreted roads, having the giant wheels, Let us slide into the ocean of great fish and start to float, Abandoned bridges are everywhere in the land of sea fearing ancestors.