In shadows deep where whispers grow, A charade unfolds, a spectral show. Masks and laughter shield the fray, Yet horrors hide in light of day. Specters dance on stage of night, Veils of truth fade with the light. With each act, the truth shall seep Into the mind where secrets keep. Puppets move on unseen thread, While hollow chuckles mask the dread. What horrors, oh, you're yet to see, In this theater of mystery. A fleeting glance, a hidden scream, Reality spun like a fevered dream. In every role played to deceive, Is the echo of truths none would believe.