(06) The Stone

Author: * MacMorna Niafer - 20 Posts on this thread out of 2,980 Posts sitewide.
Date: Jan 30, 2004 - 19:06

The Stone…
by MacMorna

The Stone there sat for ages past
Upon the barren battle plain.
A hard black basalt, made to last
Through gnawing cold and scouring rain.

The height was five full spans and more.
The girth was seven all around,
Extruded from the valley floor,
Erupted from the level ground.

A cataclysm gave it birth,
From Vulcan’s forge so rudely tore.
A hardened bone of mother earth,
Was forced from her most inner core.

Full new it seems, that rugged tower,
Reflecting facets sparkle bright.
With dew it gleams in morning hour.
‘Neath moon it glows in midst of night.

Drawing strength from hidden ley line.
Sharing might with all who worship,
Astral beings with awe condign,
Ancient gods of midnight courtship.

Runes of power, rude etched and crude,
Upon its rough and blocky base.
Mystic meaning the signs exude,
Symbols of a forgotten race.

With sightless eyes this stone has seen,
Many a battle won and lost.
And with each carnage there have been,
Many great heroes, torn and tossed.

Bonfires built for midnight magic.
Flick’ring shadows of phantom shapes.
Some scenes festive, some scenes tragic.
Swirling figures in shadow scapes.

Words of wisdom, guidance gentle,
Spoken soft by trenchant sages.
Fearsome omens elemental,
Carried forth from ancient ages.

Stone immortal, bathed in glories,
O’er all watching these many years.
Could you tell your many stories,
Share your wisdom. Calm our fears.