In shadows cast by silver-tongued allure, The conman weaves his glittering design, Promising golden paths, a life secure, Where dreams of wealth and ease entwine. He beckons forth with whispers, soft as silk, A vision spun from smoke and fragile thread, A world where pockets overflow with milk, Yet walks on air leave solid ground unsaid. The promise lures with tales of boundless skies, Yet hidden truths in shadows lay concealed, For freedom's song becomes a siren's cries, And fantasy reveals the dreamer’s yield. In delusion's dance, the truth we disown, While chasing beams that shimmer, yet alone.