The Peacock's Pall /Avebury Churhyard, Enland Uk

Round goes the spiral looping the path. Straight stand the stones high in green grass. Round goes the moat circling the tor; solitary stanchion saracens high altars they bore. Round goes the blood red twining the past tall stand the grave stones memories n’er made to last. Round goes the gate in the churchyards mall through walks the sacred peacocks ashen white pall. Round go the penitents lead through the hatch lonesome lost lifetimes Avebury’s dispatch.