The devil is not what he seems. He can take your hand and tell you  there is nothing to fear, mimicking a child's infatuated dream. Wipe away your tears gently from your delicate cheek. Shower you with jewels, roses, a small black dress. Anything you seek from the man your hands caress. His words can be more soothing as gentle fingers to a harp, his eyes possess your soul with a stare so angelic, and a mind so sharp and a figure that's athletic. He is the shadow that lurks looking for love in every place, you believe you are his universe as to him you are just a small town in a state. Reality is that he's a witch's curse, he promised you he was unique to others maybe better but you realize he's even worse.