In corridors where shadows weave,
A dance of whispers softly grieves,
Behind the veil of gilded halls,
The truth in silence gently falls.

Promises wrapped in golden thread,
A tapestry of dreams misled,
In quiet rooms, the deals are made,
While trust and hope begin to fade.

Empires built on shifting sand,
With power resting in fragile hands,
A kingdom’s heart, now cold and still,
As greed consumes the common will.

Yet in the night, a voice will rise,
To pierce the dark with seeking eyes,
For justice calls, relentless, bold,
A tale of truth yet to be told.