In the quiet of the night, secrets whispered soft and low,
Shadows danced with hidden truths, where trust could never grow.
Beneath the moon’s pale, solemn light, a love once pure and bright,
Now tainted by deceitful acts, a heart consumed by blight.

Promises turned to empty words, like leaves in autumn’s grip,
A facade of devotion crumbled, with each deceitful slip.
Eyes that once held stars of hope, now clouded by the storm,
The warmth of love replaced by cold, where lies became the norm.

The echoes of betrayal ring, through halls where love once dwelled,
A symphony of broken dreams, where heartache’s tale is spelled.
The trust that once was firm and true, now shattered on the floor,
The pieces of a fractured bond, that time cannot restore.

In the remnants of the past, a lesson harshly learned,
That love, when built on fragile ground, can easily be spurned.
Yet from the ashes of deceit, a stronger heart may rise,
To find a love that’s built on truth, and never compromised.