Souls roam, through a spirit underland
Neolithic warriors weave their dreams.
Deserted, lost to cities of the heart.
Star dead rivers, flow thick into the black.
Gods were worshipped here.
Secret ways all absent from maps.
Stone gardens, forgotten laments.
Under rock and wood henge,
No horizon or silver moon shines.
Here trees whisper without voice,
Hyphae carry stories and sustenance.
Underland, geology folds deep.
Listen to a sough of wind
A caress of dark imaginations.