Bursting at the seams, they saunter across the vast blue stretch
Mirroring the stones in their bulk and hue

Had the stones too sulked across the plains
As they,the sky
It would appear they were engaged in dance

If the stones be ensconced on soil
They have no anchorage and yet remain fixed
If the stones be support for beings not of this realm
They are of the realm from whence such beings come

Idly passing by
collecting souls along the way
till the seams no longer hold,
they burst forth.
Unleash a torrent of fury upon the testaments of Merlin's Magic
To be relished by the soil cradling them...