In whispers low, deceit takes flight,
A web of lies spun in the night.
Shadows dance upon the wall,
As truth begins its silent fall.
Eyes that gleam with feigned delight,
Hearts that wander out of sight.
Words like daggers, sharp and cold,
Trust is fragile, bought and sold.
Promises fade like morning mist,
In the grip of a liar’s twist.
Illusions cast in silver streams,
Cheating hearts and broken dreams.
Yet in the dark, a light may rise,
To pierce the veil of cunning lies.
For truth, though hidden, shall prevail,
Unmasking secrets, lifting the veil.