© BY Shona 1997
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STONEHENGE
by: SHONA aka Woodwitch
Dancing in Druidic thrall
Around the Runic obelisk
Mortals, trembling, hear the call
That runs to Rath and Rade and Risk;
Morgan la Fay, the female Priest
Of Annwyn and of Avalon
Presides over the phantom feast
Until the spectres have all gone;
Adorned with pentacle-clad stave
She intones the ancient spell
And recounts legends of the brave
Who now among the spirits dwell;
And as Lammastide wanes away
The robe'd figures mark the length
Of shadows of the collonades
And from them, draw a spirit-strength.
The chanting ceases, all is still
No dancing figures can be seen
Upon the ley-line of the hill
And magic might have never been.
The air is clear and prism-pure
The light no longer strangely shines
And yet the aura still endures
Of Rath and Rade and Rune and Rine.