In shadows deep, where truth lies still,
A serpent’s tongue begins to thrill,
With whispers cold that twist and turn,
Leaving hearts with scars that burn.

Beneath the veil of trust, they stand,
Crafting tales with a careful hand,
Each word a thread in the deceitful web,
Weaving lies that slowly spread.

Faces masked in sweet disguise,
Hiding the truth behind their eyes,
The liars dance with practiced grace,
Leaving honesty a fleeting trace.

Yet time reveals the hidden rift,
The fragile lies begin to shift,
And in the light, the truth will gleam,
Unmasking liars from their dream.