Warning...

From the darkling wood to the fog-riven shore,
Ten thousand years ago or more,
An Ancient People built a temple of stone,
And for an aeon it stood alone...
Spirals and spells they carved into the rock
Of each unyielding granite block,
That told of unknown, nameless Things
Which danced around the ghostly ring...
The ruins of the temple still stand today,
But where they are I cannot say;
'Tis perilous to venture too near---
Dreadful Things you might see and hear....