Stonehenge (For Huitzilopochtli))
Four thousand years ago the Celt
Raised a ring of rocks around
Patterns on the English ground.
And there the Druid maidens felt
Bronze-age daggers at the heart,
Hacking, hewing them apart.
Then the pagan priests began
Chanting prayers and splashing red
Till the glutton gods were fed.
And thus the rituals of mere man
Echo clear the ancient call,
Haunting Mankind since the Fall.
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