Beneath the moon's silver gaze so bright,

Whispers dance in the cloak of night,

In shadows deep where secrets sleep,

The doubts of man his heart do sweep.

Unseen eyes from the darkness peer,

Through the veil of truth and fear,

A furtive glance, a cautious tread,

Silent words that go unsaid.

Each step a journey through the haze,

A labyrinth of mind’s dark maze,

Where trust is thin as morning mist,

And lies like serpents coil and twist.

What truths do linger, hidden well?

In silence, do they rise and swell?

Suspicion’s net is finely spun,

Till night's shadows yield to dawn’s first sun.