In shadows deep, the season's call,  
Beware, dear friend, who stands tall.  

With faith misplaced and trust a game,  
A flip-flop dance, a fleeting name.  

Pancakes fluffy, syrup’s lure,  
Tempting taste, but far from pure.  

Regret will gnaw when poison’s found,  
As sorrow echoes, lost and bound.  

Through media's veil, deceit runs rife,  
A cackling voice cuts through...