A Ring of Stones

You sit majestically sometimes dark and brooding other times flooded with light you seem to glow towering high over all you survey standing sentry you dominate the landscape for many miles. Used for many rituals maybe also some bloodshed for centuries druids, wickers and more worship at your feet each with their own purpose and dreams the mystery you hold still not fully understood It is said you can be seen from far away in space that with others you form a ring around the earth to walk through you touching your stones gave me such a thrill (not allowed any more) They say the acid on our hands damages you so now you are fenced off so none can approach the seance of you calls to me as I pass you by may you Stonehenge be part of our heritage for ever