Torries Spell Poem by grace mariner

I watched as you glided in the pale moons light across the yard.
Your long black dress disguised your steps, making you appear
as some preternatural thing that moves without movement.
You were lithe, skin sallow in the crackling light of the fire pit.
Long thin face with delicate features mocked by a dark wisp of
a mustache.
A man in woman's dress with a most unearthly countenance.
Softly spoken, you proclaimed your desire for me, admiring my
breasts with a hushed whisper.
My sweet lover, you scared this little girl with your difference!
You enamored this woman with your gentleness!
You seduced this witch with your darkness!