where rubies glow and diamonds gleam.
Where scoundrels rule and trick the weak.
You shall not find what it is you seek.
Beware the land of selfish pleasure,
where rewards it seems are beyond measure.
Yet while you reach for certain glory,
Your final acts do end your story.
Beware the land of endless loot,
where singuid serpents flog the fruit.
Where cruel temptation catches all,
and brings your sneaky, sorry fall.
Beware the land of waking dreams,
for all is not as it seems.
Temptation shall claim ambitious prey.
I beg of you don't go that way.
Spoiler
You might have noticed the word "singuid" in my poem but don't be confused because it is a word I made up. It means lithe, long, flowing and smooth.
