In the dim-lit corridors of whispered lies,
Where shadows dance with untruths they weave,
Liars spin tales with silken threads,
Crafting illusions that hearts believe.

Masks of sincerity worn with grace,
Fakes parade in masquerade’s embrace,
Whispers echo in hollowed halls,
Promises crumble as facades fall.

Voices sweet with deceitful charm,
Inviting trust with outstretched arms,
Yet beneath the polished, smiling guise,
Lies the truth that never dies.

Amidst the tangled web they weave,
Where reality and fiction cleave,
Courage stands to pierce the veil,
Unmasking liars, truth prevails.