Beneath the veil of charming grace,
Lies a truth that dares not show,
In eyes that dance with borrowed light,
Falsehoods hidden in every glow.
Words spun like silken webs of night,
Promises that fade with the dawn,
Sweet melodies of siren’s call,
Lead us where the heart is torn.
Shadows linger where they tread,
Echoes of laughter, hollow and thin,
In the garden of deceit they bloom,
Flowers painted with sin.
Yet in the mirror, their reflection fades,
The truth whispers beneath the guise,
For in the end, the soul lays bare,
And the heart knows where the lie resides.