Salisbury Plain

By Lorekeeper
Email: taydile_kett@hotmail.com


The wind whispered to me through the leaves,
And hinted of legends untold.
It led me to the place of the stones,
The place of the magic of old.
The ring of mystery in the night
Was no more understood in the light.
And my blood raced through my every vein
As I stepped out on Salisbury Plain.

'Twas in the early morning mist,
When I neared the circle alone.
Voices came rising up from the ground,
Echoing soft from every stone.
I recalled what the stories told me:
Of ancient gods; of a land wild and free;
Of stars; of the mage trapped in time;
Of spirits; of spells chanted in rhyme.

Whenever it was and whoever was there,
Whatever their reasons, it was something they cared about
--more than we understand--
the people who once lived in this land
BELIEVED.

But now as I listened and waited,
Now I understood what was true.
All I heard and saw on that day
Beyond what thoughts and dreams construe.
'Twas all that humankind believed,
Beyond what people ever perceived.
And I knew I'd never be the same,
As I turned and left Salisbury Plain.


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