Whispers of Silence

Lies of a Liar

I am but an invisible one,
Can be cloaked and transfigured
   but never undone.
Those who seek me suffered yet
   was well-praised;
Pretend to know me and you shall
   meet your demise.

Speak my opposite; someday you
   might pay the price.
For I might be unseen by
   blindfolded eyes,
Yet time will surely unveil my untold
   tale and lay it on a silver platter.
I will always surface, sometimes
   not in the current time but a tad
   later.

Hence, speak not if your knowledge
   of me is inadequate.
Throw not of curses, judgment and
   venomous hate.
Instead, seek the honor of
   unraveling my mystery.
If not, let the comfort of intelligent
   silence steer you away from
   foolishness and save your dignity.

Criticize not until the show is over.
Speak not until all cards are on the
   table, mademoiselles and sires.
For I am a liar and I am lying.