It wasn't thunder,wasn't flame,
no voice that spoke a cursed name.
Just silence thick,a breath held tight
--
a shadow folded into light.

You laughed, and still, the room grew cold,
a smile too sharp,a gaze too bold.
The mirror blinked,then looked away
--
it knew what you would not betray.

No horns,no fire,no brimstone proof,
just quiet lies beneath the roof.
A kindness honed to cut in two--
that's when the devil entered you.

He wore your shoes,he shaped your grin,
he whispered softly from within.
No need for blood,no need for chains
--
just fed on loss and nursed your pain.

And you?You danced,a subtle sway,
as something sacred slipped away.
By dusk you wept,by dawn you'd swear
that nothing evil lingered there.

But I remember-clear and true-
The night the devil became you.