In the quiet corners where shadows play,
Lies whisper softly in the fading light,
They weave their tales in muted gray,
Dancing on the edge of night.
With honeyed words that gently sway,
They paint the world in shades unknown,
Promises like fragile clay,
Shatter when the truth is shown.
Beneath the stars, the secrets lie,
Veiled in the cloak of whispered dreams,
Yet in the dawn, the truth will fly,
Breaking free from tangled seams.
The echoes fade, the silence grows,
Yet in the heart, a shadow stays,
A reminder of the fleeting shows,
Of lies that danced in twilight’s haze.