The Devil's Den

The depravities in his bitter hollowed heart would shake the soul of a many valiant men, The masked horrors and hidden pleasures entice the rawness that youth brings, Beware children can't you see your playing in the devil's den, the appearance of a jolly fellow as he dances and he sings, then when he has got you trapped like the prey of a vulture then that's when you know that your new acquaintance is the man below, not a moment before he strikes will it be clear he is the villain, for in his veins flows blood of ice which cannot compare to the coldest reptilian, hands of fire and a breath of brimstone, his touch so severe it will remain after you are old and grown, Beware children you could playing in the devil's den, and for you that could very well mean the end