Standing stones

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Silent sentinels, ancient and grand,
The standing stones rise from the land.
In the cloak of night, they stand tall,
Guardians of secrets, one and all.

Whispers of the past echo through the air,
Mysteries and legends, they willingly share.
Under the moon's gentle, ethereal light,
The stones come alive, a mystical sight.

Centuries have passed, yet they remain,
Witnesses to history, free from disdain.
They hold the wisdom of forgotten days,
A connection to the ancient, mysterious ways.

The stars above, like diamonds they gleam,
Illuminating the stones, a celestial dream.
In this sacred space, time seems to freeze,
As the spirits of old dance with ease.

Oh, ancient standing stones, so wise and old,
Your stories and secrets, forever untold.
May you stand strong, through the ages untamed,
A testament to the magic that will never wane