In the quiet of the night they speak,
Whispers hidden, secrets they keep.
Promises woven in delicate threads,
Truths buried where honesty dreads.

Masked in smiles, their stories unfold,
Tales of gold and hearts grown cold.
Echoes of trust, in corners they hide,
While shadows dance where falsehoods abide.

In the silence, their echoes grow,
Innocence lost in the undertow.
A web of deceit, spun with care,
Leaving behind a trail of despair.

Yet in the dawn, light pierces through,
Revealing the lies, the false from the true.
With clarity comes the strength to see,
The path to truth, the way to be free.