In the whisper of the night, he calls,
Through shadows that dance on ancient walls.
A flicker of flame, a sinister grin,
Inviting the darkness to draw you in.

His eyes like embers, burning bright,
A siren’s song in the dead of night.
Promises woven in velvet and ash,
A delicate lure, a subtle clash.

In the depths of the soul, he finds his place,
A shadowed figure with a masked face.
Temptation’s hand, a gentle caress,
Leading hearts into quiet distress.

Yet in this dance of dark and light,
The choice remains in the heart’s own fight.
To follow the whispers or to stand tall,
In the presence of the Devil’s call.