In shadows deep, where whispers hide,
The liars weave their tangled web.
Their silver tongues, with poison tipped,
Spin tales that lead to hearts misled.
Beneath a veil of charm and grace,
The truth lies buried, cold and still.
A smile that masks the darkest lies,
A laugh that echoes empty will.
They dance upon the fragile trust,
With steps so light, yet heavy weight.
The promises, like morning mist,
Disperse when faced with dawnâs true light.
Beware the glint in gleaming eyes,
The honeyed words that softly flow.
For liars craft their artful guise,
And leave behind a trail of woe.