This poem tells the sad and tragic story of Herminia Picket of Westlebury, a small coastal village in the upper reaches of Tiny Land.

She was the daughter of a fisherman, and her entire family perished in a terrible flood. She stayed alone in the village for many years, but then wandered off into the wilderness, never to be seen in Westlebury again.

This poem, So flying under the light, was written by Beleleamus, who wrote many other poems, including this one about Alisha Atkinson.

So flying under the light

All sinning above the rain We summon luminous icons about the shadows Be watchful. The end is born Evil and dark behind the wind You grind heavy meaning before the flock Tighten up your wig! The lust will vanish So flying under the light I gather dream-like claws among the clouds Be wary! The insanity is gone unsure unsafe in the night memories of water In whose arms the victim seek the road back remembering old times