Devil's Skull

It was Hallow's Eve and dark as I was walking through the moors. Forlorn was I as I was walking through the moors and as I walked, slowly, feeling my footsteps heavy on the dank ground I saw a fire blazing fervid in the distance. As I approached I saw a figure standing still. Forlorn the figure stood as he was gazing upon the fire. And as he turned slowly, his footsteps heavy on the dank ground he said to me,
"I am the Devil," said he "your Devil sir, am I".
And as I looked into his fervid eyes I saw the depths of Hell. It was a bleak and arid landscape full of heart-break and despair. Never before or since have the fingers of such a chilling palpation crawled across my heart. And as I stood there weeping, weeping sinking into woe, a strange sound emitted from the Devil like the tick-ticking of a ruined clock.
"It is just the crow" spoke the Devil, "the crow" the Devil spoke "which flew into my skull many years ago. It longs to leave but does not know which way she ought to go".
I related to that lost, caged bird as I stood upon the moors, staring at the gazing gateways into Hellish torture and despair.
"The crow" the Devil told me, "does get so angry in her loneliness" and as he told me this, still gazing into Hell, I saw the withering claws of such a bird falling heavy on the arid ground. A behemoth it was, a beast of monstrous proportions and as I stood still gazing, the crow still tick-ticking in the Devil's skull, it dropped from it's beak a bleary form half eaten yet still moaning, groaning, writhing on the floor. I took a closer look, stepped deeper through those fervid eyes into the depths of Hell. I moved closer still, slowly walking, feeling my footsteps fall heavy. I saw the groaning, moaning, tortured figure upon the arid floor.
"Beware" the figure dribbled out amongst a mess of gore. "I was a lonely wanderer, wandering these moors. I was forlorn and desolate, I felt my feet grow sore. I came across a fire and a figure in the night. A tick-ticking sound was made as I did gaze into the depths of Hell. The more I gazed, the more I heard the sound until it echoed, echoed, followed me into the jaws of this lost, caged crow. Do leave " said he, "or you will know the terrors of this crow".
I span to leave but as I did the beady behemoth eye did turn to see my tender body. Her feet tick-ticked across the floor and squawk did she in angry hunger. I felt my feet fall fast and light, I found I lost my way. I could not see the gazing gateways I had seen before.
"My eyes are closed" I heard the Devil speak "But forever you will be inside my thoughts"