Beneath the moon’s gentle, silvery glow,
Lies a heart wrapped in deceptive shadows.
Words like honey, yet actions betray,
A soul adrift in disarray.

Promises made with a serpent’s kiss,
Embracing lies in a shallow abyss.
A mirage of virtue, a crafted facade,
The hypocrite’s veil slips but a nod.

Truth, a distant star in the night,
Drowned by whispers, lost in the fight.
In the garden of deceit they bloom,
A fleeting scent, a harbinger of doom.

Yet the dawn reveals all hidden sins,
Stripped bare by the light, where truth begins.
No refuge in shadows, no place to hide,
The hypocrite’s tale, forever denied.