Nemayan

In the land of Nemayan, a man of wary eye,

He mused on trust and truth beneath the azure sky.

Amidst the whispers of the wind, he came to see,

A truth that swept his soul, imparting clarity.

For in the heart of shadows, a woman's deceit did reign,

Her words a tapestry of falsehood, a labyrinth of pain.

Yet 'twas not her lies to others that struck the deepest blow,

But the deceit woven for her kin, a treacherous undertow.

In her dealings with her mother, a tangled web was spun,

Each falsehood a venomous seed beneath the morning sun.

Nemayan saw the fracture, the rift in trust's embrace,

And in that moment's clarity, he donned a solemn face.

"Never trust," he whispered, as the truth he did behold,

"A woman who deceives her own, her roots turned bitter and cold."

For in the depths of family ties, a bond that should endure,

Lies the sacred trust, a testament pure and sure.

With resolve in his heart, Nemayan strode the land,

A cautionary tale upon his lips, a warning to understand.

For in the echoes of deceit, a lesson clear did gleam,

That trust, once broken, is but a shattered dream.