The youth running dry
For his mother is maddened
By his outward cry

He seeks not to please
Not to perish or brood
He seeks only for fun
But doesn’t get none

For the boy
A devil
His mother sends hell
No help is coming

No tear no pity
For one so rude
He thinks he’s safe
But his mothers a prude

Don’t dance with the wolf
With teeth that hide behind smiles
Don’t take the hand
Ready to claw out your desires

Beware the jester and his kin
Beware the desire within

Lest you become the monster
Dancing with sin
Lest you become the masquerade
Drenched in this decay

~Raylon Ryan Art