His mother calls him home
He goes not where his mother calls
He does not go alone
With one mouth open
Wide and true
His secret is ruined
His mother is too
Mischief runs free
Terror reigns true
His mother chooses
The trees are doomed
The boy and his tease
His mother calls him home
He goes not where his mother calls
He does not go alone
With one mouth open
Wide and true
His secret is ruined
His mother is too
Mischief runs free
Terror reigns true
His mother chooses
The trees are doomed
The boy and his tease
~Art by Raylon Ryan Art~
~Art by Raylon Ryan Art~
Soft and sweet with lots of fight
Beware of the scratch
~ Raylon Ryan Art
Soft and sweet with lots of fight
Beware of the scratch
~ Raylon Ryan Art
If you spill it
It won’t keep
Like tea wading down the side of the glass
If you break it
It may never mend
Even if you do
It won’t stay the same
Be careful who you trust
Be mindful of who trusts you
For it is easy to break
But hard to reclaim
~Raylon Ryan Art
If you spill it
It won’t keep
Like tea wading down the side of the glass
If you break it
It may never mend
Even if you do
It won’t stay the same
Be careful who you trust
Be mindful of who trusts you
For it is easy to break
But hard to reclaim
~Raylon Ryan Art
Some dripping poison
Others selling lies for pennies
Bleeding innocents dry
Masks worn to hide
A costume to parade
A jester dances among you
His steps as clean as his knife
Slips in without notice
But leaves with lives
Bought and sold
Kindness going as far as his soul
Some dripping poison
Others selling lies for pennies
Bleeding innocents dry
Masks worn to hide
A costume to parade
A jester dances among you
His steps as clean as his knife
Slips in without notice
But leaves with lives
Bought and sold
Kindness going as far as his soul