In the quiet corners where shadows play,
Lies whisper softly, weaving their thread,
With silken smiles that lead astray,
In the dim lit paths where truth is shed.

They wear a guise of gentle grace,
Innocent eyes that mask the storm,
Yet in their wake, they leave a trace,
Of shattered trust, a heart forlorn.

The dance of words, a tangled waltz,
Promises made in fragile breath,
Yet beneath the surface, hidden faults,
A tapestry of deceit and stealth.

Still, the dawn breaks with healing light,
Truth emerges, clear and bright,
Dispelling shadows of the night,
Restoring hope, igniting fight.