Poem by Tristan Hoffmann
Two rings of rock
By stone, enclosed.
For rituals of ancient civilizations,
Or a capitol of some unknown nation
Where knight clash and jester jest
Or home for them, a child's nest
Its reasons lost, except to they
Who lived back then, now none can say
What their purpose is, those rings of rock
Built over days and fortnights long
Standing mighty since days now gone.