The Stone Circle

Far away on the lonely hilltop deep in the midst of the moor a place often shrouded by mist only deep silence there prevailed The monolithic stones stand proud so many things have they seen watched as blood was spilled in sacrifice, lust and murder The chill of this place creeps in utter desolation is in the very air a circle built by man for worship of the darkest kind taking of life Bare earth surrounds these stones here nothing grows not even a weed at night you can hear the banshee howl to the moon before he hunts A circle they say shows continuation here all it symbolises is bloody death the restless souls within know no peace this circle their prison from here to eternity l