In shadows dark, where cunning schemes reside,

A game of wits unfolds, unseen, untold,

Where puppeteers with skill and artful stride,

Manipulate the masses, young and old.

With silver tongues that spin a web of lies,

They twist the truth and taint the purest souls,

Exploiting fears, they blind the seekers' eyes,

And wield their power as the story unfolds.

Oh, how easily we fall for their guise,

Their promises of riches, fame, and might,

Like marionettes, we dance to their sweet lies,

Ensnared by their allure, our minds take flight.

Beware the puppeteer's deceptive art,

For we, the people, hold the key to start.