The Veil Between 🌙

The veil is thin, the wind is low,

Her candle flickers soft, aglow.

Through jasmine smoke, he hears her call,

Across dimensions, through it all.

Her brown hands trace the runes of dusk,

Her lips breathe love through rose and musk.

He feels her spell from realms away

A Black witch conjuring hearts to stay.

On Halloween, their worlds align,

Two spirits bound by moon and sign.

And when the dawn begins to bloom

Her kiss still haunts the witch’s room.