The Lore of Hedge Wizard Celeste of the Rock

Fairly silly, trail into the muck
and all disoriented wander towards
a little ship. You charm yourself on board
and sip your lemonade, so faintly struck
by unseen magic. Tingle on your nose
tells you that something’s up. Charging your hand
and hide it. Manners empty into sand
at certain moments. Cup that overflows
and radiating fire. It’s just because
you always were a blazey child. You wish
the hearts of enemies served in a dish
turned up, rolled snake-eyes. All your prayers and awes
end at the altar. Star trembles in scope
and blessings offered animate in hope.

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