Profound is the Coven

 

Just does not emerge correctly.

What has been…

What is left to be seen!

The fallen, who have encompassed their way round unmindful feet.

Crisped, insightful, deliberate, not by their own nature, everlasting…for another’s defeat.

The seasons have rearranged.

And, lost the entitled, in winds that ravaged.

In complacency, an aloof being, would use the expression…Savage.

Profound is the coven.

The ordained by hands of another.

Another who does not speak.

Yet, awaits a vale…to peak.

Mum, are the reptiles, the flora, the fauna…

A universe of beauty under soil’s sheet.

Thus they lay, in refinement, under my obtuse feet.