The cake in the black box

i was given a cake
on a platter of gold
of use i didnt make
cos it was same as old

another one was offered
looking enticing and sweet
i refused..it wasnt preferred
cos i was too full to eat.

i saw this cake
in a small black box
calling, attracting, and enchanting.
i saw the box...i saw a fence...i saw a shield.
i ate the cake...still in the box...a taste revealed.
Sweet taste it was...still is today.
But...it was a good taste that masked decay.
I took the cake out of the box...
now...taste's sweet and sour...just like Fox.
Sometimes the sweet trumps the sour...
At times it only lasts for an hour...
i tell myself...i dont like this taste...
then i tell myself...hmmm...i love this taste...
Mind tells me...it was a mistake...
'taste buds' say... whatever it takes...
reality says there are other cakes
waiting to be savored...by your royal tongue.