Behind the curtain of a silken lie,
Where truth and falsehood subtly intertwine,
Eyes gleam with promises that die,
In whispers of deceit, they shine.

A masquerade of trust, so deftly played,
Words like honey, cloaked in bitter sin,
Hearts, once open, now betrayed,
As shadows of deception creep within.

The fragile threads of faith, they sever,
With every secret that they weave,
In the cold and silent river,
Of lies that thieve and hearts that grieve.

Beneath the moon’s pale, watchful eye,
The truth emerges, raw and stark,
In the end, all masks must die,
And light will pierce through every dark.