The Devil s Serenade The Fiddler of Hell

From shadows deep, a vision bright,
A maid of Hell, a fearsome sight.
With horns that curl and eyes so keen,
A crimson gown, a shadowed queen.


Her ebony hair, with rubies laced,
A pale white skin, a beauty chased.
In armor dark, her form concealed,
Yet grace and power are revealed.


A violin of polished wood,
Held gently, as a lover should.
The bow she draws, a haunting sound,
As music fills the air around.


From realms infernal, notes arise,
A melody that mesmerizes.
A tale of sorrow, joy, and pain,
A wicked spell, a sweet refrain.


The very air begins to sway,
As shadows dance and softly play.
Her audience, unseen, unheard,
By Devil's song, their souls are stirred.


Is she a sorceress of the night?
A temptress cloaked in fearsome might?
Or simply one who longs to share,
The music born of her despair?


Oh, Lady Dark, with violin,
Your song doth pierce, doth seep within.
And though I know your tale is fraught,
I cannot help but be enrapt.


So play your song, let it ring free,
A Devil's grace for all to see.
And in its beauty, I shall find,
A truth that doth transcend mankind.