The Rhymes Of Bitterness

A dread fell on them,
As they passed between,
The lines of ancient stones.
There under the gloom,
Of black trees.
Right in their path,
Stood a single mighty stone,
Like a finger of doom.
The ancient runes
Were deeply graven.
They told of old,
Of the rhymes of bitterness,
And of the lords,
The lords of the stone.