Hallowed
Mount
Sunrises
quickly,
Over
ancient hallowed soil,
Where
great and noble men,
Have
withered, no more toil.
Fast
the ages,
Will
race on by,
This
mount has cowered,
Beneath
a storm filled sky.
And
dead men's bones,
Were
laid here to rest,
A
witness to history,
That
they fought to bless.
Cold
and holy,
Now
their final places,
But
on days of solstice,
Sun
and Moon touch their faces.
Duddo
Stone Circle.
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