Charming man full of pride, With handsome lies on the side.Nothing but the moon as  guide,He believes love to be a lie.Tears that strain,Wrapping him like a chain. He fears to be dear,Loves a nice clear,He knows love can disappear;He’s cursed with wounds,Haunting him like goons, Nothing left to lose. Many whole hearts follow his lead,Filled with gleam,Only to end with tear streams,For the man who dances,But gives no chances;To prevent the fate of admiring,He caresses the lying, To only be gone in day lighting. Many hiss in crying wheeze,While he pours a drink by the breeze,Cloud of darkness is all he sees. Love is burden in his chest,A hole in his heart,That will never be a questBut a fictional art.