In the depths of shadowed night,
Where whispers weave their tangled thread,
Lies dance beneath the moonlight’s sight,
In silence, all truth is left unsaid.
Masks adorn the faces of the bold,
Crafted with care, deceitful art,
Stories told and truths retold,
A labyrinth within the heart.
With every word that slips the tongue,
A web of falsehoods finely spun,
Songs of deceit are softly sung,
Till trust is lost, and all is done.
Yet beneath the veil of lies so deep,
A flicker of truth dares to ignite,
In the quiet where the shadows weep,
Hope whispers softly through the night.