The night we met Lord Huron ⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻ ⁰⁰'²⁵ ━━●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁸

"When the night was full of terrors And your eyes were filled with tears When you had not touched me yet Oh, take me back to the night we met"

A frozen gust of wind shook the trees canopied above the twisted roots curling into the ground of the forest. Soft crunching footsteps could be heard, echoing through the maze of arching pines and ..... . The muffled sound of whispers lingered in the air, like broken promises, as a pair of shadowy figures byried themselves in the web of greenary. A crystal lake, decorated with lillies and delicate vines, came into view, the moonlight casting an imperfect reflection that glistened in the rippling waters. The lovers eyes met with the creek, watching as the water ran over and between sharp rocks, and rested at the waterfall. A thunder of crashing water flooded their ears as the water fall glided and fell across the waterfront. A small animal could be heard scuffling amongst flowering bushes, adding to the wonderous sound the forest created. Nocturnal birds sang their poetry into the night as the lovers undressed, keeping their distance. It was unmodest, but the figures dipped their toes in the water, then continued in furthur. Their path was lit by only the mirror of the moon, pulling them deeper together. The goddess of beauty, dear Hermia, looked at her love, smiling the the enriching presence he brang. Her world, her only interest, her secret lover, Lysander watched as she drifted through the water, his eyes on her only.

"This water, my love," he murmured, his thoughts only swayed by the vision of her beauty and grace, "has only magnified your beauty in mine eyes, which only makes me crave your loving touch more."

"Dear Lysander, your words are sweet," she replied, her hands tracing along the waters edge, "but we both are aware of the consequences of our premarital actions. And we are already in trouble for our escape of my fathers unjust enforcements."