In Groves of Silence

The Witches of Eden

Have shadows hidden

Stories untold

Of a love forbidden

As strong and deep

As their roots grew for everyone bloomed

With the tale untold

Time had no meaning

For time itself knew

That the Witches of Eden

Were made of energies new

As new as the moon(wind)

As old as the clouds

With every new leaf

The love grew

Taking birth anew

Moon cast it’s spell

The mist flew

Covering the Witches of Eden

In their eternal grove ...