In shadows cast by whispered lies,
The puppeteer with hidden ties,
Tugs on strings, unseen, unknown,
Crafting tales that chill the bone.

With honeyed words and velvet touch,
They warp the truth, distort so much,
A mask so flawless, none suspect,
The heart behind, so cold, unchecked.

Through webs of doubt and twisted truth,
They prey upon the innocent youth,
A game of power, silent war,
Where trust is shattered evermore.

Yet in the dark, a light remains,
A spark of hope that breaks the chains,
For truth, though buried deep and long,
Will rise again, forever strong.