Not all gifts are what they seen
In realms unseen, caution gleams
A path of light, or hidden snare?
Trust your spirit, if you dare
They come in light, cloaked in grace,
With words of warmth, a gentle face
But deep within, a hidden scheme,
A veil so fine, not what it seems
They promise truth, a sacred way,
Yet lead astray where dangers play
The spirit warns, a quiet voice,
To guard your heart, to trust your choice
Beware the horse with gilded reins,
A gift disguised, yet laced with chains
In realms unseen, the hazard hides,
Where wisdom falters, falsehood
They know the paths, they speak the signs,
A language sweet, a subtle line
Yet not all light is pure and clear,
Some glows deceive, some spark from fear
A thousand masks, they wear with ease,
To lead the soul through twisted trees
Be wary, friend, of signs too bright,
For falsehoods grow beneath that light.
Beware
Keep guard, keep still, with wisdom's eye,
Seek truth beneath the jeweled lie
For in the realms where spirits soar,
There lies the risk of hidden war
And should you face this secret snare,
Remember strength in self-aware
The Trojan Horse, in veiled disguise,
A test of soul to see who's wise.
So trust your light, your inner guide,
Where truth is clear and doubts subside.
Beware the charm that comes with price,
The hidden veil, the silent vice