In the garden where truth once bloomed,
Lies whisper like gentle leaves,
Their shadows stretch in the noonâs glow,
Hiding paths only night perceives.
Masks adorned with painted smiles,
Reflecting stars in hollow eyes,
The dance of shadows, soft and wild,
Casts dreams beneath the moonlit skies.
Voices echo in silent halls,
Promises wrapped in silk and thread,
Yet in the echoes, truth still calls,
A beacon where the lost are led.
In the end, when all fades away,
The veil of deception falls to dust,
Revealing paths of light and clay,
Where hearts find strength to trust.