In shadows deep where silence dwells,
The devil weaves his haunting spells.
A whisper soft, a chilling breeze,
As darkness gathers ‘neath the trees.
His eyes like embers, burning bright,
Piercing through the endless night.
Temptation dances in his gaze,
A siren’s call in fiery haze.
The path he charts with wicked grin,
Invites the weary heart within.
Yet in the depths of sin’s embrace,
Lies echoes of a fallen grace.
Beware the charm of devil’s art,
The promises that break the heart.
For in his realm of endless night,
The soul may lose its guiding light.