Honig und Gift

In realms where sweet nectar flows,

A venomous sting also grows.

Like honey, words can soothe the soul,

But hidden beneath, a darker role.

With honeyed tongues, they weave their art,

Entangling hearts, deceiving the heart.

A poison lurks, a bitter taste,

A hidden peril, a dangerous waste.

Like bees that gather, they collect praise,

But underneath, their venom lays.

Beware the smile, the gentle touch,

For honey and poison often mix too much.

So taste with caution, every word,

For sweetness can conceal a bitter bird.

And when you're faced with honey's gleam,

Remember the sting, the venomous dream.