Mercutio's Epitaph
The jester hides behind a colorful mask, Ringing its bells to hide his pain, Fencing with the world is his task, Parrying and thrusting and parrying again. He dons his jeweled mask to hide The pain he feels when a spear hits its mark. But the mask can't hide his screaming eyes And a bit of his heart, when it's hit, grows dark.