The choice is yours, as dusk descends, To cross the threshold, or to amend. Your path is lit, by flickering flame, As The Devil's Doorway whispers your name.
In twilight's hush, where shadows play, A doorway beckons, come what may. The Devil's Doorway, old and gray, A portal to the darkness of the day. The Devil-s Doorway
But dare you enter, and face the test? To confront the evil that lurks within the unrest? Or will you turn away, and flee from the night? Leaving the Devil's Doorway to its dark delight? The choice is yours, as dusk descends, To