He worked with precision, a master craftsman Tinkering with the shadows, a wicked artisan The sound of whispers echoed, a chilling hum As the devil's power began to seep, a malevolent drum
I watched, transfixed, a reluctant voyeur As the darkness deepened, and my heart grew fearful For in that moment, I realized I was not alone The devil's presence lingered, a malignant tone isaidub i saw the devil install
The installation complete, he stepped back to admire His handiwork, a twisted creation, born of dark desire And I, a witness, a seer of the unseen Knew that I had to flee, to escape the devil's sheen He worked with precision, a master craftsman Tinkering
The words slipped out, a hushed confession In the dead of night, when shadows danced Upon the walls, like specters prancing Free from mortal bounds, they swayed to an eerie trance He worked with precision