Toby

 Innocent youth skimming the lake
 Lush with fronds from the willows,
 They're coming for you, the demons of lust
 Who lie hidden in the lake community,
 Behind the incense of sermons, priests
 Who preached from the heart, not the mind.
 Take your books and go back to school,
 Don't look behind, or they will follow you
 Cordless vespers in the evening dew
 Clamoring for attention over the soft air
 Treading water you breathe in the passion,
 Oblivious to the schemes of scripture,
 Fully absorbed by the atmosphere
 Where fireflies at twilight soothe the water,
 Torn asunder by curiosity to discover
 What the nuns declined to render,
 Dormant sirens muffled by the bell below.