Beneath The Witching Tree

Underneath the Witching tree Where moonbeams whispered and shadows danced Two lay entwined on a blanket of chance Grazing sweet treats before feasting on love The moon dangled hauntingly from above With nothing but the chimes of breaths The forging of life and opposing their deaths His touch ignited the deepest of dark Starting a flame with the heat of her spark Fingers intertwined like vines under a spell Amidst a whirlwind where only they dwell A duo of lovers A moonlit tryst Melted like crickets in the morning mist