In the stillness of the night, where whispers roam,
Lies a veil of deception, a fragile dome.
Illusions waltz in the moon’s soft glow,
Hiding truths that we may never know.

Glimmers of honesty, like stars afar,
Are masked by shadows, each leaving a scar.
In the dance of shadows and light’s embrace,
We lose ourselves in the endless chase.

Promises fade like morning dew,
Leaving behind a world askew.
Eyes that sparkle with tales untold,
In their depths, secrets unfold.

Yet through the twilight, a glimmer remains,
A hope that truth will break the chains.
For in the heart of every deceit,
Lies the yearning for honesty’s sweet retreat.