The Hurt in The Bark

The tree was
Swarmed and eaten alive
By the spotted lanternflies
No one knows if it cried 
For help before it died
The hurt in its bark
Was definitely like
A witches mark
Their dirty fingernails
Are long and sharp
They slice and cut
when they dance
At night in the dark
They come and they go
When the wind howls
And blows
It is among the trees 
That they find what most
People cannot see
The love that was lost