Ley Lines

I navigate the lines, stand silently on the cross of Leys; the slow flow of blood pulsing deep beneath my feet. Power surging through me; From North to South. The East, the West. From deep below and from the highest point above. Cold steel in my hand; hot metal through my heart. All time lost. I am the past, the now; those that have been, those yet to come. I am the killer and the killed. I stand silently on the cross of Leys; the wind blows around me, and yet, through me after whistling by the ancient trees; passing bodies on the fields; carrying upon its wings the murmurs of departed souls. Laying lines; forever etched on mortal land; between castles of the kings and deep, dark caves of those accused of casting spells.