In the darkened corners where shadows creep,
A whisper echoes from the depths unknown,
The Devil’s voice, a silent, chilling sweep,
Through corridors where fear has grown.

He dances in the flicker of a flame,
His laughter mingles with the night,
A game he plays, so twisted, without shame,
Ensnaring souls with dark delight.

Beneath the moon’s pale, ghostly glow,
He weaves his tales of sin and dread,
A puppet master in a cruel show,
Where innocence and hope are shed.

Yet in the heart’s true, steadfast light,
His power fades, and shadows flee,
For love and faith can banish night,
And set the whispered souls free.