Detail

The devil wasn’t in the details
It was in her eyes
The simple lies
Flush cheeks turn pale
Strong men now frail

It was in her swing
In the way she swayed
The simple sly
way she played
The strings she pulled
to make men stray

She might not be the devil
But she knew him well
It was in her eyes
In her ways in her spells
Not in the details but in the main
Vexing hexes leaving her stain

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