In shadows deep, where trust is thin,
Lies a game where hearts are worn,
Whispers twist the silent din,
Manipulation’s veil is torn.
Beneath the mask of gentle guise,
Intentions dance, concealed by night,
Eyes that smile, but truth belies,
Crafting lies in plain daylight.
Words like silk, they weave and bind,
A web of thoughts, a tangled snare,
Echoes of a fractured mind,
Swaying souls with silent care.
Yet in the end, the threads will fray,
The puppeteer, unmasked, will fall,
For truth will dawn, and light the way,
And free the hearts, once and for all.