Whispers slither through the night,
Crafting tales in the moon’s glow.
Painted truths in shadow’s sight,
Dance with secrets we’ll never know.

Masks of silver, glinting bright,
Conceal the face of hidden woe.
In the silent, fragile light,
Lies and dreams together flow.

Eyes deceive, in mirrored halls,
Where echoes of the past reside.
Heartfelt cries in lonely calls,
Drowned in currents of the tide.

Yet beneath the woven guise,
A flicker of the true remains.
Through the veils of hopeful lies,
Truth emerges, breaking chains.