Secondary School Poetry Jumble

She may walk among untrodden ways. But beware, your trips and slips, face first slides into reality Not always your own doing Is ever present  Always lurking. Tight rope walking over well worn paths. Danger lurks in the familiar.  He who made the lamb made thee. The falcon trusts the falconer And so returns with retracted claws.  Like we must return the innocence We stole from whom but could not use.  Some do it with a lethal sword The familiar prefer a kiss All to exact a balance of power Be careful for what you wish.