The Goodwitch of the Stream, the Riverbed and Outlying Areas

Magnificent breaths!
My goodness she's impressive
St. John's wort and
everything else
shes significantly
captured
my essence

She washes the clothes of the pitiless
forsaken
carving
emotions
from the rock
she chose to beat
the colors
back
into action
with

with red dress
and feathered lace
her hair
flashes against it -
Haxxan

The cycle of the Moon goes by
Her eyes illuminate the room
I'm in.

Bless this old shipwrecked
mass of flaky skin -

I call myself a person?

She is divinity period.
Rudimentary me holding her hand
Luckiest guy on the planet