Devil Dreams

In the depths of night, where shadows scheme,

The devil weaves his dark, malevolent dream.

A realm of nightmares, where darkness takes hold,

And the wicked tales of the night are told.

He dances through realms of chaos and despair,

Whispering temptations into the hearts laid bare.

His dreams are twisted, his visions obscene,

A macabre theater, a sinister scene.

In the devil's dreams, the world's a stage,

Where innocence is lost in a fiery rage.

He revels in torment, in souls led astray,

As his wicked desires come out to play.

But remember, dear dreamer, in the darkest of nights,

Even the devil must yield to the morning's light.

For dreams may be haunting, but they are not real,

And with dawn's arrival, their power shall repeal.

So, resist the devil's dreams, let your heart be free,

Choose the path of goodness, and let your spirit flee,

From the clutches of darkness, into the morning's gleam,

Where the devil's dreams dissolve, like a fading scream.