Whispers of Tempest

In shadows where whispers of tempests collide,

I dance with the devil on mischief’s wild tide.

His playground a maze of desires untamed,

With each step, I'm tempted, exhilarated, and blamed.

The music is haunting, a siren’s sweet call,

As I twirl through the darkness, I stumble—I fall.

With laughter like thunder, and eyes like the night,

He teaches me chaos, he revels in fright.

We sway through the echoes of choices we make,

Each spin a reminder of what’s at stake.

In this game, I find both danger and glee,

For in the devil's embrace, I discover what's free.

Yet as moonlight flickers on shadows that play,

I glimpse a reflection that pulls me away.

For though the flames flicker with pleasure and pain,

I know in the dawn, I must break every chain.

So I’ll dance with the devil, but not lose my way,

In his playground of sin, I’ll find light in the fray.

With courage as armor, and truth as my guide,

I’ll waltz through the chaos—my spirit undenied.