In shadows deep where whispers dwell,
The liars weave their tangled spell.
With silver tongues and eyes of glass,
They craft illusions that swiftly pass.
In the court of fakes, the masks abound,
Echoes of truth lost, never found.
They dance in circles, a hollow parade,
In a world where honesty is betrayed.
The heart of deception beats so cold,
In stories spun, in lies retold.
Beneath the guise of borrowed grace,
The truth is lost without a trace.
Yet in the dawn, the light reveals,
What shadows hide and darkness conceals.
A world reborn where truth awakes,
And shatters the realm of liars and fakes.