Black Morass her body

maybe @Irene ?

her voice, low and melodic, carried through the still air, weaving soft prayers into the fabric of the morass.
oh, mighty gods of light and shadow, grant us strength. guide our steps, steady our hearts. protect the life within and the life beyond.
the words fell from her lips like a lullaby, her eyes closed as she swayed gently with the rhythm of her song. around her, the morass seemed to listen, the breeze whispering through reeds and the distant croak of a frog echo.