The Wind Wept and the River Mourned

Three shadows 'round StoneHenge formed,
While the wind wept and the river mourned.
The last bonfire was lit that night,
All taking shelter in its light.
Old friends feared the worst,
While others still yet cursed.
The last chant and the last dance
Flew swiftly by only to advance
On the ever-lightening sky.
Soon it would be time to say goodbye.
The last circle was formed
While the wind wept and the river mourned.
The final ceremony began
There, hidden in the sands.
Friendships gone but never forgot
Held together still and fought
Against those who would destroy the place
And desecrate such a sacred face.
But the oppressors would not be stopped.
They hurt the others and chopped
The stones away
Until they fell into decay.
The last ceremony ended in bloodshed
And the bright red sun was fed
And reflected on the fallen hill.
What should have been was nill.
Please remember from this rhyme,
The place that was gone before its time.

Life Dance

Sing sweetly,
Oh little ones.
Take joy in the music of your lives.
Do not love those who would hate you,
Nor spurn those who would love you.
Take delight in wonderful mischief,
Though you may pay for it later,
For life is dull were it not for such things.
Go where none have dared before
And defy those who would stop you.
Respect the ones gone before
And honor your gods greatly.
Follow your own path,
Do not be led by others.
You are the great ones,
The courtiers at a noble king's ball,
The little whispers of the night,
The mermaids of the sea,
The faeries of the forest.
And when you finally hear your song,
The one that is truly youngs
And no one else can hear,
Follow it beyond the rainbow
And up to the stars...
Be free,
My dear, sweet little ones...