In the silence of the night, whispers weave,
Threads of truth entangled with deceit,
A tapestry spun by hands unseen,
Guiding hearts astray, lost in dreams.

The puppeteer smiles, strings held tight,
Molding reality with a gentle touch,
Promises linger, sweet and light,
Yet vanish softly, as shadows clutch.

Eyes wide open, yet visions blurred,
Mirrors reflect what they wish to show,
Truths untold, in silence, are heard,
In the depths where illusions grow.

Yet beneath the veils, a heart beats true,
Seeking light in the darkest maze,
Breaking free from the binding glue,
To find a path through the deceptive haze.