As you walk , hand in hand, with the devil, as he takes you to, the realm of dreams, the nightmares, the horrors, the skin crawling things, that lurk in the darkness, and the shade of trees, it is in that world, you truely see, what the devil has in store, for you and me, to test out metal, and test our steel, a test of wills, and a test of skills, as we are tested, the devil does see, what has been made, of you and me, our trials, our past, our current being, and he see’s our worth, all laid out to see, and he picks out the best, and he sets them aside, as his personal souls, all delightfully bound, to be toyed and hurt, punished yet proud, because we all know, to make it this far, we have to have been good, in our life thus far, and here i sit now, not proudly bound, because my life was stuffed up, without a doubt.