My brother gently shook me awake
"Be quiet. Get dressed. I'll meet you at the back gate."
I fumbled in the dark with nervous excitement
Stepped lightly past our parents' room
The heavy, rhythmic breathing of deep sleep
And the ticking of an antique clock
The only sounds from a dreaming house
Outside it was cool and still
The only light coming from a sublime moon, full to bursting
My brother finished a cigarette
Flicked the glowing butt to a scattering of orange embers
And pointed to our bicycles
"Where are we going?"
He raised a finger to his lips
"Just follow me."
We set off through the sleeping village towards the moors
At this hour in this empty place
You can feel as though you are the only person alive
In the few hours before sunrise
You forget how afraid you really are
We glided through the narrow country roads
Silhouettes of abandoned tin mines protruded from the landscape
Centuries old, ominous against the starry backdrop
Remnants of the industrial age of power
When people felt they were the strongest force in the universe
Raking the earth of its minerals with the force of god's own hand
We arrived at the stone circles in the parish of Saint Cleer
"Leave your bike. We have to walk from here."
We ventured onto the moss-covered ground
The neolithic circle comprised of men turned to stone
Hurlers and pipers punished for not observing the sabbath
Forever an example of our fallibility
The majesty of the arrangement only as striking as the eerie energy
That pervaded the area, steeped in magic and lore
Like the memory of some unknown trauma
A vibration you could feel in every part of your body
We made our way beyond the circle towards the wring
A thirty-foot-high natural structure of weathered rocks
Smooth, flat, and immense
Smallest at the bottom, largest at the top
A megalith formed in a nightmare from the past
We sat in the damp earth, at the heel of the great stack
My brother pulled out a blanket, draping it over me to keep the chill at bay
"I'm tired," I said
"Just wait."
We stared out over the sweeping darkness, looking at the shadows and stars
I began to drift in and out of sleep
"Look!"
I snapped awake. Over the moors, glowing orbs had appeared
A dozen or so at first. Incandescent balls of piercing cobalt blue
Drifting like embers from a funeral pyre, across the mystical panorama
Then there were more, many more, appearing, it seemed, from the ground itself
They danced among each other, never touching
My brother's eyes were alight and he smiled
No pain existed in this moment, only the beauty of the spectacle
The orbs began to flicker and then stopped to a static hover
They would flash and then shoot into the sky
Where they disappeared among the stars, until they were all gone
I looked towards my brother
"don't say a word. They will never believe you."
We made our way home in a strange, uneasy silence
I lay in my bed. Soft snores and the ticking
Now so insignificant they were barely audible
I was numb with awe, having been witness to a great, indefinable secret
At once feeling blessed
But knowing there would forever be a great sadness within me because of it
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English
My brother gently shook me awake
"Be quiet. Get dressed. I'll meet you at the back gate."
I fumbled in the dark with nervous excitement
Stepped lightly past our parents' room
The heavy, rhythmic breathing of deep sleep
And the ticking of an antique clock
The only sounds from a dreaming house
Outside it was cool and still
The only light coming from a sublime moon, full to bursting
My brother finished a cigarette
Flicked the glowing butt to a scattering of orange embers
And pointed to our bicycles
"Where are we going?"
He raised a finger to his lips
"Just follow me."
We set off through the sleeping village towards the moors
At this hour in this empty place
You can feel as though you are the only person alive
In the few hours before sunrise
You forget how afraid you really are
We glided through the narrow country roads
Silhouettes of abandoned tin mines protruded from the landscape
Centuries old, ominous against the starry backdrop
Remnants of the industrial age of power
When people felt they were the strongest force in the universe
Raking the earth of its minerals with the force of god's own hand
We arrived at the stone circles in the parish of Saint Cleer
"Leave your bike. We have to walk from here."
We ventured onto the moss-covered ground
The neolithic circle comprised of men turned to stone
Hurlers and pipers punished for not observing the sabbath
Forever an example of our fallibility
The majesty of the arrangement only as striking as the eerie energy
That pervaded the area, steeped in magic and lore
Like the memory of some unknown trauma
A vibration you could feel in every part of your body
We made our way beyond the circle towards the wring
A thirty-foot-high natural structure of weathered rocks
Smooth, flat, and immense
Smallest at the bottom, largest at the top
A megalith formed in a nightmare from the past
We sat in the damp earth, at the heel of the great stack
My brother pulled out a blanket, draping it over me to keep the chill at bay
"I'm tired," I said
"Just wait."
We stared out over the sweeping darkness, looking at the shadows and stars
I began to drift in and out of sleep
"Look!"
I snapped awake. Over the moors, glowing orbs had appeared
A dozen or so at first. Incandescent balls of piercing cobalt blue
Drifting like embers from a funeral pyre, across the mystical panorama
Then there were more, many more, appearing, it seemed, from the ground itself
They danced among each other, never touching
My brother's eyes were alight and he smiled
No pain existed in this moment, only the beauty of the spectacle
The orbs began to flicker and then stopped to a static hover
They would flash and then shoot into the sky
Where they disappeared among the stars, until they were all gone
I looked towards my brother
"don't say a word. They will never believe you."
We made our way home in a strange, uneasy silence
I lay in my bed. Soft snores and the ticking
Now so insignificant they were barely audible
I was numb with awe, having been witness to a great, indefinable secret
At once feeling blessed
But knowing there would forever be a great sadness within me because of it
"Be quiet. Get dressed. I'll meet you at the back gate."
I fumbled in the dark with nervous excitement
Stepped lightly past our parents' room
The heavy, rhythmic breathing of deep sleep
And the ticking of an antique clock
The only sounds from a dreaming house
Outside it was cool and still
The only light coming from a sublime moon, full to bursting
My brother finished a cigarette
Flicked the glowing butt to a scattering of orange embers
And pointed to our bicycles
"Where are we going?"
He raised a finger to his lips
"Just follow me."
We set off through the sleeping village towards the moors
At this hour in this empty place
You can feel as though you are the only person alive
In the few hours before sunrise
You forget how afraid you really are
We glided through the narrow country roads
Silhouettes of abandoned tin mines protruded from the landscape
Centuries old, ominous against the starry backdrop
Remnants of the industrial age of power
When people felt they were the strongest force in the universe
Raking the earth of its minerals with the force of god's own hand
We arrived at the stone circles in the parish of Saint Cleer
"Leave your bike. We have to walk from here."
We ventured onto the moss-covered ground
The neolithic circle comprised of men turned to stone
Hurlers and pipers punished for not observing the sabbath
Forever an example of our fallibility
The majesty of the arrangement only as striking as the eerie energy
That pervaded the area, steeped in magic and lore
Like the memory of some unknown trauma
A vibration you could feel in every part of your body
We made our way beyond the circle towards the wring
A thirty-foot-high natural structure of weathered rocks
Smooth, flat, and immense
Smallest at the bottom, largest at the top
A megalith formed in a nightmare from the past
We sat in the damp earth, at the heel of the great stack
My brother pulled out a blanket, draping it over me to keep the chill at bay
"I'm tired," I said
"Just wait."
We stared out over the sweeping darkness, looking at the shadows and stars
I began to drift in and out of sleep
"Look!"
I snapped awake. Over the moors, glowing orbs had appeared
A dozen or so at first. Incandescent balls of piercing cobalt blue
Drifting like embers from a funeral pyre, across the mystical panorama
Then there were more, many more, appearing, it seemed, from the ground itself
They danced among each other, never touching
My brother's eyes were alight and he smiled
No pain existed in this moment, only the beauty of the spectacle
The orbs began to flicker and then stopped to a static hover
They would flash and then shoot into the sky
Where they disappeared among the stars, until they were all gone
I looked towards my brother
"don't say a word. They will never believe you."
We made our way home in a strange, uneasy silence
I lay in my bed. Soft snores and the ticking
Now so insignificant they were barely audible
I was numb with awe, having been witness to a great, indefinable secret
At once feeling blessed
But knowing there would forever be a great sadness within me because of it
Writer: James Ousley, Jamie Parker
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