The Stone Circle
Far away on the lonely hilltop
deep in the midst of the moor
a place often shrouded by mist
only deep silence there prevailed
The monolithic stones stand proud
so many things have they seen
watched as blood was spilled
in sacrifice, lust and murder
The chill of this place creeps in
utter desolation is in the very air
a circle built by man for worship
of the darkest kind taking of life
Bare earth surrounds these stones
here nothing grows not even a weed
at night you can hear the banshee
howl to the moon before he hunts
A circle they say shows continuation
here all it symbolises is bloody death
the restless souls within know no peace
this circle their prison from here to eternity
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Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2013
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