In the depths of night, a whisper calls,
Through corridors where shadows fall,
A presence felt but never seen,
Where the devil walks, the air grows keen.

Flames flicker in his crimson gaze,
Luring hearts into his maze,
Promises wrapped in silken lies,
Beneath the stars in silent skies.

Echoes of laughter, both cold and bright,
Dance with shadows in the dying light,
He offers dreams, a fleeting bliss,
In exchange for a soul’s gentle kiss.

Yet in the darkness, courage wakes,
To face the choices one must make,
For in the heart where light resides,
The devil’s whispers shall subside.