In shadows deep, their whispers hide,
Crafting tales with cunning pride.
Each word spun in intricate guise,
Within their web, the truth denies.

Through hollow smiles and fleeting sighs,
They weave the cloak of dark disguise.
Promises break like fragile glass,
In the tangled paths they pass.

Eyes that gleam with hidden schemes,
Dancing in their tangled dreams.
A masquerade of fleeting trust,
Beneath the layers, hearts adjust.

Yet in the silence, truth remains,
Untouched by their deceitful chains.
For even in their darkest art,
The light of honesty plays its part.