In the quiet corners of a whispered night,
Lies weave their threads, so fine and tight.
A tapestry of shadows, where truth is masked,
In every spoken word, questions unasked.

They glide on whispers, soft as a sigh,
Promising worlds beneath a painted sky.
Yet in their beauty, deceit takes its toll,
A fractured mirror reflecting the soul.

Beneath the surface of gentle grace,
Lies carve paths no light can trace.
In the dance of shadows, truths are spun,
A tangled web where no victories are won.

But even as they whisper through the night,
The dawn emerges, with its piercing light.
Unraveling the threads of dark disguise,
Revealing the truth behind the lies.