In the stillness where the shadows play,
The devil dances, weaving nightâs array.
Whispers of secrets in the moonlight’s gleam,
A tapestry of darkness within a dream.
He moves with grace through the silent air,
A phantom’s touch, a beguiling snare.
With eyes like embers that burn and trace,
A haunting presence in this shadowed place.
The stars bear witness to his silent vow,
A dance eternal, here and now.
Yet in his steps, a mournful cry,
For even devils dream to fly.
As dawn approaches, shadows wane,
The devil fades with night’s refrain.
Yet in the heart, his dance remains,
A lingering echo of midnight’s chains.