The Long Stone

With clouded skies above me I do climb this winding pathway, And yet I feel that I am not alone, So many years have passed and yet its secrets still remain there, Within that place they laid that ancient stone. I look upon the rolling downs that reach into the distance, And then I gaze across the mirrored sea, So calm and yet disturbing for it lies a ghostly grey now, As if the sailor's souls are warning me. And yet I'm drawn still further by the power that it is yielding, I follow those who've passed this way before, As now a bitter wind does blow a fine mist from the water, And creeping ever closer from the shore. As over now the fields it drifts and seems so unrelenting, And casts a shroud upon the open ground, A winter chill descends amidst the land so unforgiving, The air is hushed I cannot hear a sound. I turn the corner then I see the stone before me there, Then sense a restless presence drawing near, I feel I am not wanted and it fills me with unease, But still I carry on so full of fear. And as I place my hands upon the rock so strong and mighty, I close my eyes yet pictures come to mind, Which fill my heart with darkness so I pull my hands away, And then I leave the ancient stone behind.