In the quiet corners of a dim-lit room,
Lies the serpent’s tale of deceit,
Whispered secrets in the gloom,
Promises unkept beneath the sheet.

Masked faces in a masquerade of trust,
Weaving stories with silvered tongues,
In the mirror’s fog, a shadow of dust,
Where truth and lies are tightly strung.

The heart, a fragile glass in hand,
Cracks beneath the weight of disguise,
In the dance where shadows stand,
Swirling truths in a sea of lies.

Yet in the dawn, the veil may lift,
Revealing the path of twisted dreams,
Where trust once broken seeks to sift,
Through the echoes of silent screams.