Devils Doorbell v1p1

In lands afar, beneath a dimming star, A lonely traveller wandered, near and far. Upon a path where shadows danced and fell, He chanced upon a sight, a devil's doorbell. Chorus: Crafted from night, with whispers of the morrow, Its beauty lay in silence, edged with sorrow. He stood in awe, a heart both lost and spellbound, By the elegance of its form, in mystery crowned. Verse 2: With softest touches, gentle as a sigh, He caressed its surface, under moonlit sky. Each stroke a verse, a tender, loving swell, Admiring the allure of the devil's bell. Chorus: Crafted from night, with whispers of the morrow, Its beauty lay in silence, edged with sorrow. He stood in awe, a heart both lost and spellbound, By the elegance of its form, in mystery crowned. Bridge: And as he whispered, alphabet in tow, A serenade to the night, a secret show. A to Z, each letter a delicate trace, An intimate dance in that shadowed place. Chorus: Crafted from night, with whispers of the morrow, Its beauty lay in silence, edged with sorrow. He stood in awe, a heart both lost and spellbound, By the elegance of its form, in mystery crowned. Outro (Verse 3): Until the end, when silence reigned no more, The bell rang out, a deep, resounding roar. Not a sound of Chorus: Crafted from night, with whispers of the morrow, Its beauty lay in silence, edged with sorrow. He stood in awe, a heart both lost and spellbound, By the elegance of its form, in mystery crowned. Bridge: And as he whispered, alphabet in tow, A serenade to the night, a secret show. A to Z, each letter a delicate trace, An intimate dance in that shadowed place. Chorus: Crafted from night, with whispers of the morrow, Its beauty lay in silence, edged with sorrow. He stood in awe, a heart both lost and spellbound, By the elegance of its form, in mystery crowned. Outro (Verse 3): Until the end, when silence reigned no more, The bell rang out, a deep, resounding roar. Not a Chorus: Crafted from night, with whispers of the morrow, Its beauty lay in silence, edged with sorrow. He stood in awe, a heart both lost and spellbound, By the elegance of its form, in mystery crowned. Outro (Verse 3): Until the end, when silence reigned no more, The bell rang out, a deep, resounding roar. Not a sound of doom, but a call to explore, New realms beyond the known, the mythical lore.