Deep within a magical wooded hollow
He beheld her, The Lady, standing there
Fading light upon her rich auburn hair.
Dressed in a delicate gown of Autumn brown
Slender fingers beckoned to him, follow
As they danced to the song of the rich earth
Leaves of burnished brown slowly fell down
Beneath a canopy of silvery soft starlight
And golden honeyed light of a Witch’s moon
Enchanted by the Lady of the Greenwood
The Lord of the forest, her consort that night.
Eily Nash ~ 2019