In the shadows where whispers weave,
Lies are born, and truths deceive.
The tongue, a serpent smooth and sly,
Spreads its venom with each lie.

Eyes that sparkle, lips that smile,
Hide the secrets, dark and vile.
Friends and foes, they blend and blur,
In a world where lies occur.

Promises made on sacred ground,
Crumble softly without a sound.
Broken trust and shattered dreams,
Flow like rivers, endless streams.

Yet in the night, when all is still,
Truths emerge against their will.
The heart may falter, but it knows,
Lies shall wither as truth grows.