In the quiet corners where shadows creep,
Lies are whispered, secrets buried deep.
Truth hides behind a fragile veil,
While deceit dances, bold and pale.
The heart, a compass lost in fog,
Wanders paths where honesty is a slog.
Beneath the surface, masks are worn,
Trust is shattered, hearts are torn.
With every glance, a story untold,
Promises broken, the truth grows cold.
In the silence, echoes of past deceit,
Whispered words that never meet.
Yet in the dawn, hope may arise,
As light uncovers the darkest lies.
For in the end, when shadows fade,
Truth stands firm, unafraid.