A Menhirs Clay

For thousand aeons
Abiding the time
So silent and mute
The wind murmurs a tale.

The wise of yore
Evoked the spirits
To see the arcanum
But ay they failed.

A witness of wyverns
Elfs and sylvan glory
A petrified story of
Ancient realms.

Thy mind of stone
A secret that accelerates
The tides of time
Awaken by moonlight
When a bard reminds a tale.

A fresh gale defeats my enchanted mind
Farewell to my delight
But when the moon rises again
In my dreams, I will fight.

Oh can you see the dancing shadows?
The fairy ring right there behind the trees?
Close your eyes.

4. And another cist looms.

So I reel away to a vale
Of cists in front of me
Endless buried names of forlorn games
Wilting I fall to the ground
Unable to reach the gate
The stones on which he lain all knew his name.

Fare you well my mother
I shall search your flames
In the four winds of the land
Fare you well my dear son
Never forget the end.

I awake by moonlight
Under a lorn tree
A forgotten might
Forces me to the sea.

By a lonly seashore
A fair young naiad beholds me
The spray whispers my name
I laud her embrace, my wild young sea.

So In desperate longing I take my path
Unable to turn around
A forgotten might lames my will
But in my dreams I can hear her voice
A flame in the dark
A forgotten might makes me chill.

By a lonly tree
A fair maiden beholds me
Eyes of soil, a sylvan goddess
Her beauty lames my forlorn heart
Silently the stones whisper a name
I laud her embrace like a fuddled bard.

So In desperate...

By a bleak ghastly champaign
A gibbous moon illuminates
Staring eyes in the wind
Burning like infernal blazes
I will never laud her cold embrace.

But her flames calls my name.