Sniff around, hungry wolves…
deceive yourselves with the illusion of sweetness
for you will taste the bitterness within, and run.
There is nothing but poison for those who lust after the Golden Apple of Discord,
for it was meant to be loved.
With each bite, its bitterness gains strength,
until one day it will no longer be desirable.
It will be left to rot underneath a lonely dying tree,
and that’s when it’s true beauty will be revealed.