The Devil-s | Doorway

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.

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. The Devil-s Doorway

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. Its stones are weathered, worn by time, The