The Ancient Ones

Hooded mysterians of legend

Cauldrens of boiling mass

Concocting spells of good and evil

Among tall stones and trampled grass

A conglomeration of bearded ones

Spread fear across the land

Scores fall by sorcery, one by one

At their perplexing hand

The ancient ones claim knowledge

By incantation and torch light

Chanting is heard for many a mile

Time pushes forward the unholy night

At beginnings of a breaking dawn

The elders move away

Among their peers and rivalries

To hide another day

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A picture of Stonehenge led me to write this, wondering what went on at that location thousands of years ago.

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