Ley Lines

Who were those ancient people,
Clad with wind and woad,
Who raised the standing circle stones,
To mark some magic road?

We do not know their purpose,
The reason lost in time.
What was the dedication,
In blood and dance and rhyme?

The paths they trod have vanished,
Their homes and all their lore,
Now still stones mark the memory
Of the wonder of before.

Across the stretch of time, their voices
Echo in pagan praise,
Songs for gods forgotten,
The lilt of long-lost lays.