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The stone circle
The moonlight falls on sacred stone,
A circle where the winds have grown.
The earth remembers what was lost,
The ancient rites, the heavy cost.
In the stone circle, the fires rise,
Underneath the midnight skies.
Whispers echo through the years,
A song of hope, a song of fear.
The druids came with secrets deep,
Their magic stirred the earth from sleep.
They spoke the words, the stars aligned,
And through the stones, they bent the time.
In the stone circle, the fires rise,
Underneath the midnight skies.
Whispers echo through the years,
A song of hope, a song of fear.
The stones, they watch, they do not break,
The endless wheel, they will not shake.
But in their hearts, the power hums,
A silent song that always drums.
The flames grow tall, the shadows dance,
The stones, they glow with every chance.
A world between, a door to past,
Where time stands still, the spell is cast.
In the stone circle, the fires rise,
Underneath the midnight skies.
Whispers echo through the years,
A song of hope, a song of fear.
By morning’s light, the air is cold,
The stones still stand, their story told.
But in their cracks, the secrets sleep,
For those who seek, the past runs deep.
In the stone circle, the fires rise,
Underneath the midnight skies.
Whispers echo through the years,
A song of hope, a song of fear.
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