In the quiet murmur of twilight’s call,
Liars weave their veils so thin,
Crafting tales with voices small,
Where truth and falsehood blend and spin.
The moonlight casts a silver gaze,
Upon the masks they choose to wear,
In the dance of night and haze,
Echoes of promises fill the air.
A silent pact with stars above,
Guiding them through paths unseen,
In webs of lies they softly move,
Lost in a world of might-have-been.
Yet dawn reveals what night conceals,
Stripping away the shadows’ art,
For in the light, the truth reveals,
The hollow beat within the heart.