"Barbed Temptation"
A shimmer dances on the stream,
A silver flash, a waking dream.
It spins and dips with practiced grace,
A thing of beauty, false in face.
Feathers tied with careful hand,
Threaded lies to help it land.
Glinting hook and tinsel thread—
A promise sweet, where danger's spread.
The trout below, with cautious eye,
Surveys the drifting, dancing fly.
It mimics life—enticing bait,
It stirs a hunger, tempts a fate.
So too in life, the lures are cast,
By currents deep, both slow and fast.
Temptations gleam in every shade—
In gold, in power, love betrayed.
They twist and tug on want and pride,
With flash and flair they pierce and hide.
Yet once they're bit, the truth comes fast:
The hook sinks deep. The die is cast.
But wisdom waits like deeper pools,
Beyond the shine, beyond the fools.
To know the lure, and not the bite,
To swim past glitter toward the light.
So be the trout who learns to see—
That not all shining things are free.
For beauty oft is just disguise
For hooks concealed in hollow lies.
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