Blessed & The Others !!..

Fern and seven black horses
Backyard of arsenal always humid
Gypsy caravans fading in horizon
Ploughing mud of unspoken deed
Old farmer anticipating spring
Whispers merging with ghostly wind
Unblessed vision haunts this village
Burden of sacred cult and deity of sin
Black limestone wall of churchyard
Hears noise raising up from south
Buried beneath in distant woods
Melancholy roars, unprecedented fate
Limbs half-frozen and tremors
Blood gushes into perforated soil
Juniper branches canopies the smoky sky
Smell of rot in air gradually coils
Sole craftsmanship of nature
To destroy and rebuild its own statue
Fathomlessly emptiness replenishes
Like fears of a refugee of no virtue