In shadows deep, where whispers creep,
The liars dance, the fakes they leap.
With silver tongues and crafted smiles,
They weave their tales, deceit compiled.

Beneath the masks they choose to wear,
A fragile world, a web of care.
Each word they spin, a thread of guile,
Yet truth remains, though buried, vile.

Their laughter echoes, hollow, thin,
A symphony of hidden sin.
In mirrored halls, their secrets blend,
A tangled maze that has no end.

Yet in the dark, a light persists,
Unmasking all, the truth insists.
For lies dissolve and fakes decay,
When dawn arrives to chase away.