In shadows deep where whispers play,
Lies wear the mask of truth’s embrace,
A dance of words in silent sway,
Deception hides its cunning face.

The heart’s reflection, fractured light,
Promises woven with threads of night,
In illusions spun so soft and tight,
The soul is caught, a fleeting kite.

Beneath the surface of a smile,
Truth’s echo hides in veils so thin,
In every glance, a silent trial,
The art of deceit lies deep within.

Yet there in stillness, clarity seeks,
To peel away the layers of disguise,
Through tangled webs, the heart still speaks,
And finds the truth in open skies.