Be he a beast in form of man.
Jagged razor bells adorn his head.
Manic smile across his face.
This is not a Jester to laugh with.
For he will steal your life and soul.
Watch him dance across the graves.
Evil heart he has deep inside him.
Preying on the unsuspected victims.
Playing games that only amuse his dark soul.
Playing games so he can watch you die.
Wide eyes that stare from an untold blackness.
An insanity that can never know no bounds.
A laughter that sounds like the edge of night.
He is waiting to play a game of death with you.
You can call him Folly, for Folly is always his name.
Jagged razor bells adorn his head.
Manic smile across his face.
This is not a Jester to laugh with.
For he will steal your life and soul.
Watch him dance across the graves.
Evil heart he has deep inside him.
Preying on the unsuspected victims.
Playing games that only amuse his dark soul.
Playing games so he can watch you die.
Wide eyes that stare from an untold blackness.
An insanity that can never know no bounds.
A laughter that sounds like the edge of night.
He is waiting to play a game of death with you.
You can call him Folly, for Folly is always his name.
copyright Chris Smith 2009
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