There lived once a guy
Who had a breath…
Not that no one else breathes,
As you all know.
But his breath differs.
Well, along his path
Came a damsel
With the power to make his breath count
He is the breather
And she is the witch
She wields the power to make a heart skip it’s rhythm
And her face shines the light that blinds your vanity
Her craft is not hostile
And her powers spark honest fires
The appearance of The Fairest
Made the breather breathe
The witch is The Fairest
There is magic in his breath
And like the story of our Genesis
Their love became a living being
Morning stars sang together
And leapt for joy
Can only be compared to Eden in
All her beauty.
No one knows the end of this tale.
I do not know myself.
The ancient Breather still has a breath
And his lady still makes it count.