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The Silver Coin 🪙

On a tempest’s breath, in shadows cast, 

A traveller sought refuge from the storm’s fierce blast. 

At an inn’s heavy door, with a heart full of plight, 

He knocked through the thunder, grasping for light.

 

A voice from within, with a tone so sly, 

I spoke of a key made of silver, and it was a simple reply. 

With a glint in his eye, the traveller shared, 

A coin went through the hole, and for escape, he prepared. 

As the door creaked open, he stepped to the side, 

“Bring me my box!” he called with pride. 

The keeper departed, the traveller closed fast, 

A trick now unfolding, a shadow was cast. 

“Open the door!” the gatekeeper cried, 

“Alas, I’ve lost the key,” the traveller replied. 

Another coin slipped through, like a glimmer of fate

 
The keeper, deceived, returned to his state. 

In the dance of deceit, two souls lost their way, 

For dishonesty, thrives where the shadows play. 

A lesson echoed through the night’s dark embrace: 

Fairness and truth hold a far nobler place. 

So tread with humility, let honesty reign, 

For a silver coin’s worth leads only to pain. 

In the world’s winding theatre, where darkness may sweep, 

Let integrity guide you, and secrets be kept.