Curse of the Water Witch

Pointing down past  
The surface,  
With which to dig,    
The networks,  
Flowing underneath  
A bed of flowers  
And the green fields,  
And in the shallow,  
She showed a  
Vein to strike  
In the layers.  
   
Like knowing what  
A grave is,  
Tapped into the earth,  
Calling upon the elemental,  
We could quench our thirst, for  
Essential life, only if  
There were branches to  
Cross the fields  
Where trees captured the winds to  
Call upon osmosis.  
   
Magnetic paths,  
Existential quest(ions),  
Gravitational affinity,  
Catalyzed,  
The pull/pool  
Where sticks dropped  
For the electric  
Of a flowing trade-off,  
Was the ancient hallow of
Mineral ether spirit damnation.  
   
Masked shadows  
Behind the sun  
Move to rotate,  
And stretch their spans to  
A labor, unseen,  
In the dust and ashes,  
Between the eclipsing soul,  
As resolutions below  
The rolling hills, yond the horizon,  
Yearn to settle.  
   
In that moment,  
Her fate was there,  
Like balancing a medium,  
As if polarity from any end  
Trusted  
To show the spectrum,  
Beckoning answers,  
Where the mind steals from  
The death that shall  
Be in the valley of ghosts.