The Devil-s Doorway Here

Its stones are weathered, worn by time, The wind whispers secrets, a haunting chime. The doorway creaks, a mournful sigh, As if the very devil's presence passes by.

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

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. Its stones are weathered, worn by time, The

Some say on certain nights, when stars are few, The doorway opens, and darkness breaks through. A pathway unwinds, a serpentine course, Leading to the depths of a wicked force. Its stones are weathered