They slip in silhouettes, seamless, still,
Velvet lies, and with a crooked will,
Grin gleams, glance with griefs and grieve,
Words mere chains, smiles under a spree.

Whispered truths, venom laced,
In every secret, poisons being placed.
Weaving tales of webs slight and scorn,
In hearts, in minds, bountiful distrust is born.

Facade of faces, wears it with grace,
Hide a darker, twisted out troublesome face.
Harmless...