The Old Church Poem by pouya rezanejad

It's a freakish story, I told my son
a sightless and aged man felt bleak
for his prays, he searched for a church
soon after that, as if been fell in freack

Manifold legends regarded to the church
a place where anyone meet his soul
the truth of human spirit it implies
not for peculiar, but its whole

An innate affair demands of its begin
to kneel at the alter and avowal in the shrine
owls get rabid of blind's deathless death
Immortality, in embrace of world's prime