The great henge of stone

Local stone
Great dolmens
Erected stressed and we
Can not only feel the weight
Upon those shoulders
But can see
The smaller stones
Important too
Relegated there
The altar stone so magnificent
Suggesting all were aware

From the Prescelly Mountains
Its likely that they came
Only dressed in situ
A calendar they claim
The sun god shines his light
Into the circle, we can see
The geometry of yester year
Is clearly flowing free

Bronze age invaders 1600 BC
The stones were cut and jointed
With True dexterity
The stupid TORY tunnel
Will transgress across the leys
All that wealth will manifest
All those mystic ways
Its now clearly manifest
We dare not let them soil
This neolithic monument
Of great wisdom and true toil

Councils and the government
What do they really know
They are a bunch of idiots
So far out of the flow
Resisting all things magickal
As fallacy me thinks
The wizardry of working
And the otherworldly links

A druid’s heart is beating fast
Enchanted by the place
The aura of the magic veil
That festoons With utter grace
Ancestors romp at solstices
They mesmerise and we
See and smell the psychical
Its predictive believe me