Winds blow gently through the trees.
Birds float freely on the currents.
Fragrant flowers perfume the atmosphere.
The ancient ring of Stones stands silently.
Guarding sacred secrets of the Past -
Spirits roam the area, still seeking answers.
Rolling land, lushly green, surrounds the Circle.
Modern traffic roars in the distance -
Far different than the carts and horses of the Circle's Time.
Silently the Stones stand eternal vigilance -
Long ago memories embedded in the monoliths.
Stories silently scream from the gray edifices.
The Moon and Planets in their eternal journey
Are observed at significant positions
During each lunar cycle.
Shadowy figures stalk the hulking Circle,
Quickly vanishing when approached!
Druid sorcerers tend their precious StoneHenge.
Wizards from bygone Days of Glory smile
As modern Man tries to understand.
Modern technology no match for Druid wisdom.
Tall, stately, the Stones never age -
What is the secret of the dark blotches?
Who envisioned and monitored the placement?
Dark blotches appear as blood red stains -
Wind screams in pain and horror,
Whipping around the ancient site.
Lunar phases rule the crusty Circle -
Ghostly robed figures ebb and flow
In, around, in eternal attendance.
Mystic Circle impervious to Time -
Sacred secrets locked in the endless Circle.
Long dead priests ghosts always present.
Wind blows through the ancient Circle
Caressing phantom Druid Priests
Still observing their rituals.
Glints of swords sparkle the moonlight,
Dark blotches on stone appear wet as
Eerie winds moan in sympathy.
Shadows haunt the massive Circle -
Priests kneel in prayer,
Sacrifices collapse!
Shadowy animals wander inside the Ring,
Led by ghosts to perform duties
Essential to their daily Life.
Druid secrets rule the Circle:
Priests, maidens, servants all in revered attendance,
Their presence felt by Believers.
Massive Circle of ancient Stones
Always silently watching the Heavens,
Centuries rumble past, yet StoneHenge stands!
