Echoes of the Demon

In shadows deep, where darkness thrives,
The demon stirs with fiery eyes.
A creature ancient, cursed and old,
Its tale in whispers, never told.
It prowls through dreams, a silent threat,
Its presence haunting, hard to forget.
In the still of night, it softly calls,
Its voice like silk, within stone walls. So dance with demons, if you dare,
Feel their presence, both foul and fair.
For in their essence, a mirror we find, So dance with demons, if you dare,
Feel their presence, both foul and fair.
For in their essence, a mirror we find, Beware its touch, a chilling caress,
Leaves echoes of fear, a haunting mess.
Yet within its depths, a yearning for light,
A fleeting hope, a desperate plight. So dance with demons, if you dare,
Feel their presence, both foul and fair.
For in their essence, a mirror we find, So dance with demons, if you dare,
Feel their presence, both foul and fair.
For in their essence, a mirror we find, So dance with demons, if you dare,
Feel their presence, both foul and fair.
For in their essence, a mirror we find,