Stone Stands Its Silent Vigil

Early morning, mist fills the air

Yet no sign of the sun

The landscape lies dark and lonely

Forgotten by time

A dark wind sweeps over the desolated land

Sunless days in the dark of winter

They have seen it all

Since the dawn of this age

Stone stands it silent vigil

In the lands of frost

All life is dead and lost

Frozen into a lifeless statue

Well preserved but quite dead