Think of these as keepers, Closed ranks On hidden secrets Form connotations of mystic meaning Threaded through time. The world without Dark mystery within Waiting; Questions surround; Clear purpose inside. What covert union Maintains the recumbent secret Unscripted in ancient rocks From Welsh Pressili hills? Behemothic bluestone Hewn a hundred miles away With Neolithic tools- Rome wasn’t built in a day Or Pyramids by the Nile; Which age considered primitive? The stones won’t enlighten our Naivety Or edify the secret; Think of these as keepers.