you, wander through the fields, your, sorrow, as I advocate the

depression, stumble into the

hardened earth and become engulfed by the seeds of plague, the sky

submits to the colour



purple, descending from

above, the holy ghost, does their saviour seem holy? a black spectre is

sent downwards



instead, lowered downwards

into damned soil, peasants mourn their own plagued death, the shephard

[sic] of the unwanted



valley, turning black

and purple, his spirit blows down, dark waters streaming down a

precipice, among the sheep



mist arises slowly, the

land is burned by the beggars, Ornans - a place of fear and disease,

Burial - no requiem



shall take place, eclipse of

the sky as impurity casts, no requiem, no return, peasants mourn their

own plagued death