Devil in the doorway, shepherd's just beyond

"I stand in doorways with cloven hoof
And words as sweet as pois’n
To fix the mend we all defend
that is free will of man."

Arrested with our minds in tune
To all the glory we consume
In life ephemeral we will bloom
And then descend the wretched tomb.

And yet his wings outstretch and cradle

Or give appearance of the warmth
That greets us in our mortal comfort
With what we fathom as real.

I’m not a meal to his delight
But ev’n I don’t have the sight
For I can’t tell you with these words
The dangers of the mindless herd.

"The Shepard brings the flock to keep
But see me now, this angel weeps
For first before you cross the door
You’ll see him there and he’ll offer more.

I offer only peace in death
And yet you’d have the life of fire
The burning relief of your desire
And things that you can touch and feel-

For this you’ll be his feast at dusk
You’ll never make it through the door
But in for this wink, he’ll offer more
And for one life he’ll give you more."