The memories remain

An orgy of life, with its highs and lows. The fire crackled, and the drums beat, As I stood at the edge, my heart skipping a beat.

The witches danced, their bodies in rhythm, Their eyes were wild, their spirits unbridled. I was entranced, I was bewitched, As I watched them dance, my desires enriched.

The witch of the glen, her eyes fixed on me, Her red lips curled in a mischievous smile. She beckoned me to join, her gesture commanding, And I, foolish and compelled, into the woods I ventured.

She led me to the orgy of life, wild and free, As I stood there, my heart began to race. The witches danced around me, their bodies weaving, As their spells of passion and desire were casting.

The orgy of life, with its highs and lows, Echoed in our hearts, in our touches and sighs. As I danced with the witches, my body alive, My soul on fire, with their enchantments entwined.

The witch of the glen, her eyes wild with desire, As she danced with me, under the moon's silver light. Her touch, her lips, a taste of wild magic, As our bodies moved, and our spirits ignited.

We danced through the night, our hearts ablaze, In the orgy of life, with its passions and pains. As we lost ourselves, in the chaos and love, I found myself, in the witch of the glen's embrace.

But as the dawn approached, the fire dwindled, The drums faded, and the witches left. The orgy of life, was no more, and I stood alone, With the memory of the witch of the glen, and the love we had known.

I left the woods, with a longing in my heart, For the witch of the glen, and the wild magic we shared. The orgy of life, with its highs and lows, Echoed in my soul, with the witches and their enchantments.

So here I am, a man in love, with a witch of the glen, Who stole my heart, and left me in her wake. With the memory of the orgy, the witches, and her, I live my life, with the echoes of the love of a witch.