In the silent corners where shadows creep,
Lies a whisper, dark and deep.
The devil dances with hidden glee,
In the realms where mortals dare not see.
His laughter echoes through the night,
A chilling song, devoid of light.
Temptation weaves its silken thread,
Binding dreams in a web of dread.
Yet in his eyes, a flicker of grace,
A mirror of our darkest space.
The devil’s charm, a siren’s call,
Reflects the fears that bind us all.
In the dance of shadows, truth reveals,
The power of choice that darkness conceals.
For in the devil’s haunting embrace,
Lies the strength to face our own grace.