The moon lit creatures climbed up the cracked trees so exquisitely entwined, They laced through the termites and the fungi so swiftly and refined, I stared, secretly seduced by the power they used to their advantage, Transforming into an untouched perfect beauty, My heart weakened as the blossoms spilled from their long unwashed silken hair, The fragrance of blue bells drifted by my unguarded presence, It flourished in a heap of mystic spirals with a hue so fair, Which left Heaven's skies mystified and bare.
Symphonies played as they sang, Their deep dramatic tunes went out like a bang, Then slowly seeped through your memories so vague, All you could do was watch their eyes carefully, For they stared back with the knowledge of an impregnating plague.
