The drumming before the fall

Walking along the gravel path
stepping side by side
The shadow engulfing itself
the demon trying to hide

The thumping of its footsteps
the pounding of its drum
Seeking out a new body
To taste again red rum

Corruption is its business
Possession is its tool
So easy are we led down the path
so easy we are fooled

Tread lightly when you walk alone
For it comes when you least expect
From its hidden place
assuming your body
taking your face

Walking along the gravel path
heed my warning well
For the path is paved with good intentions
So is the road to hell