In the stillness of the night, lies weave their tale,
Whispers of deceit, like a ghostly veil.
Trust shattered, like fragile glass,
In the heart’s dark chamber, shadows amass.

Promises made with a serpent’s tongue,
In the garden of trust, where lies are sprung.
Cheating hearts in a masquerade ball,
Deceptive whispers echo through the hall.

Eyes that once sparkled with sincere light,
Now hide behind the mask of night.
Truth buried beneath layers of deceit,
In the silent corridors where secrets meet.

Yet in the dawn’s first gentle glow,
Truth emerges, and falsehoods show.
The heart, though wounded, learns to mend,
In the light of day, where lies end.