In the shadowed corners of a restless mind,
Lies a whisper soft, yet cruelly unkind.
The devil speaks in tones both sweet and sly,
Weaving dreams where truth and falsehood lie.

Beneath the stars that hide from sight,
He dances in the echoes of the night.
With promises of power, wealth, and fame,
He calls out softly, whispering your name.

In the heart’s deep chambers, conflict brews,
As desires clash with the truths we choose.
The devil knows the paths we fear,
And in our doubts, he draws us near.

Yet in the light of dawn’s early grace,
We find the strength to face his trace.
For though he tempts with shadows and dread,
Our will can lead us where angels tread.