In the depths of darkness, where shadows dwell,
Lies a tale of terror that I must now tell,
Of a wicked being with horns and fangs,
The embodiment of fear, devilish pangs.
The Devil, a name whispered with dread,
In the fiery abyss, he's crowned and fed,
His eyes, burning embers, consume all light,
A malevolent force, a harvester of fright.
In the dead of night, he prowls the land,
Leaving a trail of destruction, his command,
His sinister laughter echoes through the air,
Seeping into souls, inducing despair.
With a deceptive charm and a suave allure,
The Devil entices, a cunning allure,
He preys upon the innocent and weak,
Luring them closer, their minds he'll tweak.
He whispers promises, enticing dreams,
But his intentions are darker than they seem,
He craves their souls, their essence, and life,
To fuel his wickedness, causing endless strife.
Beware the deals made with this devilish being,
For his cunning deceit is all-consuming,
He'll tempt your desires, twist your will,
Leaving only emptiness, unquenchable thrill.
In the devil's embrace, damnation awaits,
An eternity of torment behind those gates,
But fear not, for there's strength to be found,
In the power of love, standing on holy ground.
So heed this warning, stay steadfast and strong,
Resist the Devil's temptations, however long,
For in the face of darkness, light shall prevail,
Banishing the devil to his infernal jail.
