A silver tongue, a honeyed, gentle phrase,
Conceals the darkness in their cunning gaze.
They build you up, with promises so grand,
A gilded cage, held gently in their hand.
They whisper secrets, feigning trust and care,
While weaving webs, a trap beyond compare.
Your vulnerabilities, they learn with stealth,
To use against you, stealing peace and health.
A smile they offer, bright and full of grace,
But malice lurks behind that painted face....