The Veil of Deceit

In shadows deep where whispers dwell,
There lies the art of deceit's spell.
A serpent's tongue, a lover's kiss,
A broken vow in moonlit mist.

It weaves its web in hearts and minds,
With threads of truth and fibs entwined.
A fragile veil, a thin disguise,
Reflecting truths through fractured lies.

Deceit begins with subtle grace,
A fleeting glance, a smiling face.
It plants its seeds in fertile ground,
Where trust is sown, and hearts are bound.

With every word, it softly treads,
On dreams and hopes and fragile threads.
It masks the truth with gentle care,
And leaves behind a silent snare.

In love's embrace, deceit takes root,
In promises that turn to soot.
A whispered oath, a tender plea,
A pledge that's broken secretly.

It whispers sweetly in the night,
In voices soft, in moon's pale light.
It twists the words, it bends the truth,
And steals the innocence of youth.

It dances in the lover's eyes,
A shadow 'neath the lover's guise.
A fleeting touch, a stolen kiss,
A moment lost in dark abyss.

In friendships too, deceit can thrive,
In smiles that lie, in eyes that jive.
It creeps between the closest friends,
And sows distrust that never ends.

A secret shared, a promise made,
A trust that's shattered, hopes that fade.
It leaves behind a trail of tears,
Of broken hearts and deepest fears.

In realms of power, it finds its home,
In halls of marble, under dome.
With silver tongue and gilded lies,
It seeks to rise, to claim the prize.

It whispers in the ears of kings,
And wraps around the highest rings.
It hides behind the mask of might,
And leads the just into the night.

A promise made, a vow betrayed,
A kingdom lost, a nation swayed.
It turns the truth to empty words,
And bends the will like flocks of birds.

In courts of law, in justice's name,
Deceit can play its twisted game.
It sways the scales, it bends the rules,
And makes the wise into the fools.

A witness sworn, a lie declared,
A verdict tainted, truth impaired.
It stains the robes of justice pure,
And leaves the guilty to endure.

In daily life, deceit can be,
A shadow cast on you and me.
A friendly face, a kind embrace,
That hides behind a darker place.

A smile that's false, a laugh that's feigned,
A kindness shown, a trust that's gained.
It slips into the closest ties,
And leaves behind a trail of lies.

In market stalls, in crowded streets,
Deceit can wear a face that greets.
It sells the false, it peddles dreams,
And hides behind its clever schemes.

A product sold, a promise made,
A buyer's trust that's slow to fade.
It preys upon the hopeful heart,
And tears the trusting soul apart.

Yet in the end, deceit will fall,
A shadow cast upon the wall.
For truth will rise, as dawn's first light,
And banish lies into the night.

A reckoning, a day of truth,
A time to reclaim stolen youth.
The lies exposed, the masks removed,
The trust restored, the hearts improved.

For though deceit may have its day,
And lead the just and true astray,
It cannot stand the test of time,
Against the truth's unyielding chime.

So guard your heart, and keep it true,
And let no lie take hold of you.
For in the end, the truth prevails,
And rights the wrongs, and mends the tales.

In shadows deep where whispers dwell,
There lies the end of deceit's spell.
For truth will shine, as morning's ray,
And chase the darkest night away.