An inner voice could speak the unreal's Word;
Its puissance dangerous and absolute
Could mingle poison with the wine of God.
On these high shining backs falsehood could ride;
Truth lay with delight in error's passionate arms
Gliding downstream in a blithe gilded barge:
She edged her ray with a magnificent lie.

Savitri - Book VII, Canto III

I take a step away from the episode
that tangled the seeing eyes to the ardent feet
Prancing towards innocuous doom
On the netted way laid by my thoughts ~