A whisper in the quiet night,
A shadow just beyond the light,
It calls with promises untold,
A fleeting warmth, a touch of gold.
The path it paves is smooth and wide,
With glittered dreams on either side,
Yet every step is laced with doubt,
A tug that pulls your heart throughout.
It speaks in tones both soft and sweet,
And draws you close with silent heat,
But just beyond its velvet veil,
Lies the truth, both sharp and pale.
For what it offers, bright and bold,
Is not the treasure it has sold—
It’s fleeting as the morning dew,
And leaves a thirst that’s never through.
Still, we stand at the edge and gaze,
Entranced by the enticing haze,
But wisdom knows, in steady breath,
Temptation leads the way to death.
