Behind a mask of virtue, whispers softly lie,
Promises painted gold, beneath the midnight sky.
Deeds of darkness cloaked, in daylight’s fair disguise,
A heart of shifting sands, beneath those cunning eyes.
Words like sugar sweet, dissolve in bitter tears,
Trust, a fragile glass, shattered by hidden fears.
Faces change with time, a chameleon in the night,
Shadows dance and twist, in the absence of light.
The smile that warms the room, hides a chill within,
A friend to all who see, yet truth remains thin.
Betrayal’s gentle touch, a dagger cloaked in grace,
Loveâs façade conceals, a treacherous embrace.
In the end, the light reveals, the darkness underneath,
The whispered lies are gone, stripped of their deceit.
The hypocrite stands bare, with no more veils to hide,
Truth alone remains, with honor as its guide.