In shadows woven, falsehood's artistry we find,
A tapestry of untruths, a web of the unkind.
Lies, they wear a mask, a veil upon the soul,
In their twisted dance, the facts they seek to control.

With honeyed words, they spin their deceitful thread,
Promises they weave, like silk, so finely spread.
Yet beneath the surface, a darkness...