In the quiet of the night, whispers softly creep,
Telling tales of deceit, secrets they keep.
Shadows cast long, under the moon’s silver gleam,
Where truth is but a distant, fading dream.

Hearts once pure, now tainted by the dark,
Bound by webs of lies that leave their mark.
Promises broken, trust shattered and torn,
In this game of deceit, love is forlorn.

Faces masked with smiles, hiding the scheme,
As honesty drowns in an endless stream.
Words spoken sweetly, yet laced with guile,
Like a siren’s song, they beguile.

Yet in the end, the truth will arise,
Shining through the dark, to open blind eyes.
For in the heart’s core, integrity stays,
Piercing the veil of deceit’s cruel maze.