A symphony of deceit Poem

In a realm veiled by shimmering guise,

Leaders strode with deceiving eyes, Their words a melody, sweet and grand, A façade masking a treacherous stand.

They stood upon pedestals, lofty and tall, Spinning tales, a mesmerizing thrall, Whispers of promises, woven with care, Cloaking their schemes in the cloak of their flair.

A symphony of deceit played in the air, As they painted illusions, beyond compare, With silver tongues and hearts of stone, They led the masses, but walked alone.

Their paths adorned with ill-gotten gain, Yet beneath the facade, lay souls in pain, For the treasures amassed by deceitful means, Weighed heavy, shattering their serene scenes.

But in the cosmic dance, truth finds its way, Unveiling secrets in the light of day, Their masks crumble, revealing the guise, Leaving echoes of folly, where truth belies.

For in this realm, though shadows may dance, Honesty's light grants a second chance, To rebuild foundations on virtues true, Casting aside the charade, starting anew.