Author's note: Written after listening to Mackenzie Phillip's "The Rock" (from that tv show So Weird) on repeat for an hour, reading "Mists of Avalon" and LoTR and then doing planning a presentation on Celtic Mythology that pretty muched sucked because Sudafed made you sleepy and loopy.

Ring of Stones
I sing the song of the lost Celts
I sing of a land, a people no more
I sing of the passage of time that erases
I sing the song of Eire, green still
I sing of Kildare, and the Tor there
Tell me, where are the Druids,
The Priestesses, and the High Kings now?
Where are the sacred fire festivals
O light that shone in the darkness?
They are gone, they are gone
They have passed through the mist into shadow

The Moon waxes, fulls and wanes year after year
The silver one shines down on the ruined ringstones
They whisper of a mystery shrouded people
Who will never come again

They are gone! They are gone! They are gone!
With their Druids, Priestesses, High Kings
And sacred fire festivals beyond the mists into shadow
My home is gone, now long forgotten,
In the mists behind the shadow