Stone Ring
Majestic stones stood in a ring
while birds flew by on the wing
this once was a place of kings
who spent their time battling
Their foes were now for beheading
this fate was cruel but befitting
a warning for others come warring
with every intention of acquiring
War horses swift of feet cantering
plunging with battle lust capering
the knights so proud are gathering
the stone ring they are honouring
Through the ages cults made offering
changing as they grew in culturing
yet never the stones change appearing
mystical, powerful capable of conjuring
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2013
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