I’ve heard it told that in the old stone circles and since the dawn of consciousness
the crouching and lurching beasts left the bones of their enemies.
Their blood cries out from the soil.
And in that place ancient otherworldly highways intersect.
Hidden from mortal eyes they mark the endless trails of wandering spirits.
There are too many of them now.
They crowd and they jostle for position –
they wait for their chance to be set free.