Polite Shadows

In shadows cast by courtesy's facade, I tread with grace, a masquerade unflawed. Politeness veils the darkness in my mind, A dance of words, intentions well confined. Beneath the surface, thoughts like serpents writhe, Yet smiles persist, a practiced social scythe. Enemies unknowing, deceived by charm, As schemes unfold, concealed beneath the calm. In whispered pleasantries, a venomous art, I weave my schemes with a deceptive heart. Behind the veil of civility's guise, A darker truth within my gaze belies. So, in the realm of courtesy's charade, I navigate, a role discreetly played. For in the theater of enemies near, Politeness masks the storm I engineer.