In the cloak of night, they whisper lies,
With silver tongues and deceitful eyes,
They paint their world in shades of gray,
A facade that leads the heart astray.

Promises like falling leaves,
Drift away as the heart grieves,
Their words are but a hollow sound,
Echoes lost on barren ground.

In the mirror, a different face,
Wearing virtue as a fleeting trace,
Behind the mask, a soul untrue,
A web of lies they deftly drew.

Yet truth will pierce the darkest veil,
Reveal the heart’s deceitful tale,
For shadows cannot hide the light,
That shines to banish wrong from right.