STANDING STONES


are their souls afire still
from the mountains long since dead
and capped perpetual winter’d chill
no more the flames of Vulcan’s dread?

they stand to watch the eons die
no mortal mind may fathom well
as beneath the countless skies
these sentinels no secrets tell.

so silent stands their mystery
as before man from clay was born
that none may know their history
from then until the last sun dawns

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