Beneath a Moon That Never Lied (Poem)

Beneath a moon that never lied,

He came to her with wounds to hide.

A creature carved from tooth and flame,

Too wild for love, too soft for shame.

She healed him not with balm or spell,

But with a silence he wore well.

No questions asked, no truth confessed

Just a heartbeat war within his chest.

A witch, they said, who cursed the land,

With silver rings on candlelit hands.

But he saw stars behind her eyes,

And never once believed their lies.

They kissed like thunder cracks the sky,

Then parted like a whispered cry.

For love like theirs could not belong—

It burned too fierce, it broke too strong.

She knew the end, the cards had shown,

A path he'd walk, and walk alone.

Yet still she left her door unclosed,

And dreamt of fur, of teeth, of ghosts.

Perhaps she cursed, or maybe freed,

A love that bloomed in blood and need.

But under moons where secrets bled,

She loved the beast—and not the thread.