Come with me
\nbe wild and free
\nThe Druid orders constancy
\nRobed and well
\nEach ancestral spell
\nCast diligently
\nThe great plain we see
\nThe chalk below
\nAnd earthworks deem
\nWell trodden paths
\nWhere rituals seem
\nThe ancient emboldened corvidae
\nOn sarsons sit
\nA wild display
\nWhere History prevails
\nWhere I
\nHave shared each spirited reply<\/p>\n
Below my feet the bones do lie
\nOther souls who once did ply
\nThe energy of long ago
\nMetered out to those who know
\nthe sabatts message
\nThe inclination
\nIts where we find our true salvation
\nThe blue stones cast
\nTheir shadows wide
\nWith the circles
\nWe divide
\nAs souls in spirit
\nCollectively
\nSuperimpose the right to be<\/p>\n
Imagine the disruption of the hour
\nThe diggers drumming all that power
\nTranscending from the aged who
\nLeft their marks
\nTo worlds anew
\nHow many robed one\u2019s walked this way
\nEnclosed in the spirit
\nOf the day
\nAnd now a tunnel a vast earth work
\nIs mooted, its promised, in shadows lurk
\nBygone spirits, artifacts, a warring the earth under cracks
\nExposed to steel teeth mashing crashing
\nMycelium and earthworm trashing
\nThe spirited the webs the veils
\nCenturies past great knowledge pales
\nBones laid gently torn a\u2019sunder
\nGrant Shapps MP who now doth plunder
\nIts the blunder of all time
\nHere the thunder in the rhyme
\nBard and Ovate Druid too
\nHave walked before us through the dew
\nKnelt and muttered prayers of old
\nShared the frost and felt the cold
\nLeft their sweat and aged old might
\nAll bathed in the Stone Henge light<\/p>\n
From Neolithic energy sprung
\nWorlds before and we among
\nThe spirits of the bygone age
\nPick up on those that did engage
\nThe tearful doubting knowledge shown
\nNow each outing the wind blown
\nSunk in some spectacular way
\nTangled in the chalk array
\nCoin and relic buckle belt
\nTear drops blood spats
\nAura\u2019s dealt
\nSuffering and joyful laughter
\nAnd every sense that cometh after
\nWho are we to seek to thrust
\nOur vengeful fury creating
\ndust
\nFrom ancient bones still in situ
\nThe pent up anger of the New
\nWho are we who selfishly lay waste
\nTo the old energy
\nShould we bear the negative
\nthat pent up grieving do we dare
\nCenturies of calming
\nSoftened up by many a prayer<\/p>\n
Who are we to cast this stone
\nTo break the boulder and the bone
\nUndisturbed for aeons they
\nSoftened in the chalk the way
\nForward be it with our hands
\nThe wizened old men laid their plans
\nAnd we less wise a certainty
\nWill disrupt their aura certainly<\/p>\n
And from that spacial explosive force
\nThe leys a phase the ancient source
\nWhat future will be set in stone
\nPerhaps unutterable a sad tone
\nA reverberation left in the earth
\nA forever factor of little worth
\nThe disrespect the rumbling
\nThe concrete walls are crumbling
\nA consequence of a bad idea
\nThat shone a light on the coming fear<\/p>\n
An epitaph perhaps distraught
\nThat in this day and age
\nWas never thought
\nBut energies of long ago
\nAre more powerful
\nThan most of us know.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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