In a town where whispers breed like flies, a place once pure, now plagued with lies. Where gossip's venom fills the air, its soul corrupted, stripped and bare. The streets are lined with painted smiles, where decency lies drowned in their bile. A masquerade, a cruel facade, honesty froze and never thawed. Once idyllic, now a pit, small town values are counterfeit. Where decency and truth are slain, a monument to human shame. In shadows lurk the grinning fiends, sharpened eyes and piercing gleams. Their eyes aglow with cruel delight, in the darkness, they consume all light. Each whispered word, a poison dart, to crush the spirit, break the heart. Aimed to puncture, shred and tear, and leave a soul in deep despair. No one is safe, no life their own, their hearts are cold, their conscience gone. As gossip feeds their twisted minds, the small town's warmth, a mere disguise. Let my story serve as a warning, beware the whispers in the morning. In this place, where souls are bared, a village lost, a town ensnared. -dsa