Giant rock, a great monolith
Sits atop of yonder mound
Subject of an ancient myth
Known near and far around

Dragged there we are told
By people wracked with fear
In a most distant time of old
Ere did modern man appear

The mound is still older yet
Dirt piled on a royal tomb
A monument, lest one forget
To violate brings instant doom

Legends tell of robbers bold
Broke into its sacred room
In search of silver and of gold
Immense fortune to assume

Through pit dug from above
They descended into gloom
To their graves symbolic of
Their souls it would consume

Those who had stayed at top
Heard most piteous screams
Which then suddenly did stop
As flames from pit did stream

They ran in panic to the town
Sought protection in a crowd
But fires brought each down
Wrapped each in firey shroud

Brave men succumbed to fear
Waiting quaking till the dawn
To them a deadly new frontier
What other evil might it spawn

Decision then the town did make
Slaves shackled in their chains
At spear point they would take
To where new evil god now reigns

Make sacrifice best they could
Pay penance for the robbing few
Whatever price for common good
Whatever promise need renew

But at the summit all they found
A gaping pit burned white by fire
Purified by flame this burial ground
Purified in its own funeral pyre

New decision quick was made
The pit would be filled with stone
Poured from top in great cascade
Sealing in that evil yet unknown

And when that task was done
They did a thing creative of a myth
Cover with a stone not to be undone
A giant stone, that greatest monolith