Stonehenge, where the demons dwell ~
And baleful banshees thrive ere so well.
Pillars of prowess, where a man is a man ~
While the spirits dance to the pipes of Pan.

This legacy of legend hosts a magical place ~
Where moon doth rise with dragon’s face.
Stonehenge, where those vestal virgins lie ~
Where prayers and white doves fill indigo sky.

And now my love, whilst thou take my hand?
We will transcend time ward to this mystic land.
Where the dew drops cry o'er by yonder grove ~
I shall take thee there 'pon mine chariot, love.

Here oft, when twilight dons her moonlit ray ~
Which gilds with faintest beam of departing day.
Such breathless gaze, as cheeks pallor ere pale ~
While a wayward vagabond doth bawks at this tale.

Now, at deep midnight, by Luna's chill of glance ~
These unearthly beings prolong their dauntless dance.
Appeased by a whispering breeze that murmurs nigh ~
While the wanderer hearkens their haunting sigh.

Of primordial science be these enigmatic forms ~
By which ancient Druid society covertly express'd
Their knowledge of the heavens, and imaged forth
All constellations major in the universe’s breast.

Akin to sentinels, they now stand direct and erect ~
And the catcombs of Druids they honor and protect.
Tho we know naught how ancients got them there ~
They beckon thee, mortal, into their legendary lair.

Celestine Stonehenge, mysteries linger in your air ~
The lore of old from days that were, we both share.
Your visage withers and dithers from thy bygone days
In the Sedona haze, so like my own emerging grays.

Mistress moon bathes thee in an opalescence bright ~
As thee glorifies yet horrifies night for all of sight.
Thee knowest man's true purpose here, his destiny ~
Bestow a vision to me now, of his future that you see.

For my love of man, day and night, fervently thrives
Yet thou hast witnesseth the sacrifice of several lives.
But beyond my incarnations, I have found emancipation
Tho thee and I share history, I pray that man survives.

Each morn and night escapes, bidding all darkness cease ~
Men have yenned to learn what mysteries thee portends.
Thee are mercenaries on a quest, as I put quill by my breast
Mine lifelong dream is to visit thine realm of sights unseen.

Tomorrow is a question, while the past a twinkle of yore.
Ah, if our destinies cross again, friend, thee I shalt explore.
I grieve naught my own decay, for thou shalt eternally stay.
Stonehenge, a legacy in history, yet thou remains a mystery.