Beneath the shroud of night, a whisper calls,
Through shadows deep, the truth does softly creep.
In silence, secrets buried in the halls,
Await the dawn when eyes no longer weep.

A mirrored lie, reflections of our fear,
Yet truth remains, a beacon through the haze.
With courage, hearts and minds will persevere,
To seek the light that sets the soul ablaze.

The path is wrought with trials and deceit,
Yet steadfast are the steps that truth shall take.
As moonlight guides the wanderer’s weary feet,
The dawn reveals what shadows would forsake.

In every heart, a seed of truth is sown,
Through time and tide, its roots will find their place.
No mask can hide what souls have always known,
The truth unveiled, a moment of pure grace.