The Stones
Of rock, hewn warriors
What battles have you seen?
The lichen covers scars
Which once had never been.
Crag faced, weather wrought,
From mighty stones you were;
Now a pale reflection,
Standing, quiet, demure.
A scorched spot tells the story
Of rituals you have seen,
Powerful conductors
May you bright and blessed be.
Poetry & lyrics (c) Zakala 1998 some rights reserved.
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