The Words in the Stones (Variation)

Proudly, in circle, they stand tall,
Aveb’ry, a Pagan’s hallowed hall.
For all my wrongs I will atone,
When in their midst, I’m not alone.

I feel their strength, absorb their power,
High above me Ancients tower.
Sanctuary of standing stone,
Sat in their midst, I’m not alone.

My age of youth has gone with time,
The magic still has flow and rhyme.
I learn with them the way of Crone,
Stood in their midst, I’m not alone.

Proudly, in circle, they stand tall,
Lost in their midst, I’m not alone.

© Jem Farmer, All rights reserved

The Words In Stones

Proudly, in circle, they stand tall,
Aveb’ry, a Pagan’s hallowed hall.
For all my wrongs I will atone,
When in their midst, I’m not alone.

I feel their strength, absorb their power,
High above me Ancients tower.
Sanctuary of standing stone,
When in their midst, I’m not alone.

My age of youth has gone with time,
The magic still has flow and rhyme.
I learn with them the way of Crone,
When in their midst, I’m not alone.

Proudly, in circle, they stand tall,
When in their midst, I’m not alone.

© Jem Farmer, All rights reserved