A boy drenched in mischief
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

Story by S.F.

~Art by Raylon Ryan Art~

A furry friend
Soft and sweet with lots of fight
Beware of the scratch

~ Raylon Ryan Art

Trust is fragile
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

Many faces in the mist
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