Version A:
What lays in wait, at Stone Henge Gate,
Is it fate; or are we late?
Seeking words which justify,
Holly sky; you shine so brightly!
So may we see some delight, so mighty!
Ten sixty six will remain the same,
Enough time has passed by,
Never let them escape the blame.
The victims they slaughtered;
How many of our daughters have they daughtered?
Being, at your side; I can hardly hide,
Even though you only hear me in your mental mind.
A wonder why you wish wise words,
To me, you let me see; the whole world wide,
So me; me so think you used to be a bird.
Do you realise what you'll see tonight,
Our visions become so bright,
Everyone denies - such lies!
You feel it close,
Enough of a dose, will bring about your sacred birth rite!
Version B:
What lays in wait, at Stone Henge Gate,
Is it fate; or are we late?
Seeking words which justify,
Holly sky; you shine so brightly!
So may we see some delight, so mighty!
Ten sixty six will remain the same,
Enough time has passed by,
Never let them escape the blame.
The victims they slaughtered;
How many of our daughters have they daughtered?
Being, at your side; I can hardly hide,
Even though you only hear me in your mental mind.
A wonder why you wish wise words,
To me, you let me see; the whole world wide,
So me; me so think you used to be a bird.
Do you realise what you'll see tonight,
Our visions become so bright,
Everyone denies - such lies!
You feel it close,
Enough of a dose, will bring about your sacred verse-write!
(Inspired before we reached stone henge at the garage in Popham , where the cashier made a joke in reference to 1066 and my change of the same number. He then said "Of course I wasn't there myself, sir!"
He also had that stereotypical, Monty Python silly peasant type voice.
Also, I think that the third verse represents my wands speaking to me, they were in-essence the muse for the poem.
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