Ancient whispers hints that
Somewhere,
In an unassuming
Mountain pass,
There are numerous stones.
Seeming natural
Obelisks
Of perforated rock.
Their holes face
North to South.
When the winds blow
From the Northeast,
The air through the holes
Hum the
Word of Creation.
When the winds blow
From the Southwest,
The air through the holes
Hum the
Word of Resurrection.
I think I found the place.
I have heard the words.
I won’t tell you what
They are because
If I’m wrong,
What nightmares
Might be
Unleashed?
Spooky!