The water rambled through rills, gathered in swamps hidden by briars that protected its’ secrets.
Boulders forged by ancient volcanoes and touched by indigenous hands rest quietly beneath the muddy bogs.
He transformed brambles and quagmire to grass and pond, only to reveal latent powers.
Many a man were caught by the Marsh-Siren’s song. Until the stones rose up in threes, silencing her call.