In the quiet of the night, where shadows play,
Lies whisper softly, weaving their silent song,
Crafted in the dark, where truth has lost its way,
A dance of deceit where hearts no longer belong.

With silver tongues, they paint the air with dreams,
Promises like stars, bright yet distant and cold,
In their web of words, nothing is as it seems,
A tapestry of illusions, skillfully controlled.

Yet in the heart’s chamber, a flicker of doubt,
The gentle reminder of honesty’s embrace,
A beacon of light, seeking to find a way out,
From the labyrinth of lies, yearning for grace.

So let truth rise, a dawn breaking the night,
Shattering the shadows with its radiant glow,
For in the end, only truth holds the power and might,
To heal the wounds that deceit has sown below.