In the quiet corners where shadows play,
Lies weave their intricate dance,
With silken threads spun from silver tongues,
They twist the truth in a delicate trance.

Behind the smiles and gentle words,
They craft illusions with practiced ease,
A fleeting mirage in the desert of trust,
Leaving hearts adrift in a whispering breeze.

In the labyrinth of their artful schemes,
They paint with colors that never fade,
Until the veil is lifted, truth revealed,
And dreams dissolve in the light of day.

Yet in the silence that follows the storm,
The echoes of falsehood softly die,
For truth, though hidden, finds its way,
Through the tangled web of a liar’s sigh.