In shadows deep where darkness weaves,
The devil danced, or so he believed,
With fire in his heart, a grin on his face,
He ruled the night, a master of space.

But one fateful eve, under a pale moon,
A whisper of doubt sang a haunting tune.
From the depths of his lair, a flicker appeared,
A shadow of something that filled him with fear.

What is this sensation, so foreign, so bright?
A tremor of dread in the heart of the night.
He clutched at his crown, felt the weight of his sin,
For the first time, he questioned the monster within.

The souls he'd devoured, the chaos he'd sown,
Now echoed like thunder, a chilling undertone.
With every dark laugh, a shadow would grow,
A flicker of conscience began to bestow.