Maybe I'm The Devil

In twilight's hush, where shadows play,
A figure stirs, with wicked sway,
The devil's form, with eyes aglow,
Tempts mortals with a wicked show.

His whispered lies, a siren's call,
Lure victims in, with fatal fall,
He weaves a web, of deceit and sin,
And laughs with glee, as souls give in.

His presence dark, a chilling sight,
Strikes fear in hearts, with endless night,
His power is great, his will unbroken,
As he seeks to claim, the souls unspoken.

But still we know, his reign will end,
And light will triumph, over his dark trend,
For goodness strong, will conquer his might,
And banish him, to endless night.

So beware his guile, his wicked charm,
And shun his path, that leads to alarm,
For in his depths, a soul will find,
Eternal darkness, and a peace left behind.

The devil's eyes, like embers burn,
With fiery passion, and wicked yearn,
He tempts and teases, with wicked grace,
And leads astray, with a treacherous face.

His voice is smooth, like silk to touch,
But hides a sting, that cuts so much,
He whispers secrets, in willing ears,
And fans the flames, of forbidden fears.

His kingdom dark, a realm of pain,
Where souls are trapped, in endless chain,
He reigns supreme, with wicked might,
And rules with fear, through the endless night.

But still we know, his power is not supreme,
For goodness strong, will ultimately beam,
And banish him, to the depths below,
Where darkness reigns, and evil will know.

And here's another one:

The devil's game, a wicked play,
Lures victims in, with a treacherous sway,
He deals the cards, with a cunning hand,
And leads them down, to a wicked land.

His tricks are many, his lies are sweet,
He promises power, but delivers defeat,
He whispers secrets, in willing ears,
And leads them astray, through a thousand fears.

But still we know, his game is not new,
For goodness strong, will ultimately break through,
And shatter his illusions, like a broken glass,
And free the souls, from his wicked pass.