Whispers of Deception: A Dance of Truth #110

Whispers of Deception: A Dance of Truth In twilight's discerning gaze, Ancient whispers echo, a wisdom blaze. "Beware," they murmur, "of prophets false, In sheep's guise, yet a wolf's pulse." Silent specters, teeth in smiles sheathed, Predatory hearts, in innocence wreathed. Not mere thieves in night's embrace, But usurpers of truth, in a legitimacy's grace. Gone are the wolves, raw and unmasked, Now among sheep, in deception they bask. Call their true name, watch the guise fade, Revealing the hostility in their charade. Once hidden in grass, hunger in their eyes, Now amidst us they walk, in sheep's disguise. Their insatiable hunger, a devastating blight, Consuming resources, turning day into night. Ancient voices warn, through time they speak: "False prophets in my name, illusions they wreak. Charlatans, crafting visions from delusion's thread." And when all praise you, remember what is said. This woven wisdom, an ancient lore, Guides us through deception's shore. To discern the true from the facade's art, In this dance of truth, play your part. -Written by Steven G. Lee (January 24, 2024)