Sally

Sally is good at her game,
This has brought her much fame,
Nothing escapes her,
It echoes in her lair.

She can be everywhere,
Probably she rides in the air,
She sees the hidden,
She's the grapevine maiden.

Sally's gaze,
It pierces through the haze,
A woman of bloom colours,
She meanders different contours.

She tells the good, the ugly and the gloom,
She traverses every room,
Sally can aid to take off melee peel,
Only that tale-bearing is her Achilles heel.