In the shadows where the darkness dwells,
Lies a whisper that no soul tells.
The devil’s voice, so soft and sly,
Calls out to hearts that pass it by.

With promises of endless might,
It tempts the weary in the night.
A dance of sin, a fiery plight,
Beneath the moon’s subdued light.

But beware the touch of evil’s hand,
For it leads to a forsaken land.
Where dreams are lost, and hope is banned,
And shadows grip the soul like sand.

Resist the call, stay true and bright,
Let not the darkness dim your sight.
For in the end, the dawn will fight,
And banish the devil’s whispering night.