Golden whispers drip like summer’s mead, Coating thorns in velvet, soft and sweet. They kiss the ear, a lover’s tender greed, And promise dreams where bitter truths retreat. You sip the lie, let honey flood your veins, A silken warmth that soothes the restless heart. It blooms in smiles, it soothes the sharpest pains, Till stingers wake and tear your world apart. Oh, sweet deception, cloaked in amber light, You lure us close, then leave us lost in night. I created this work using ai employing surrealism