Fears so deep, the mouth open wide. The scream died away before dawn of this time. The eyes - stares so empty. The mouth - screems so silent. In the darkness - of the past.
Ancient times legends stories so dark.
Blackened his sight, now not even the memories are left. Back after such a long time, the stone is cold as death. But what formed it's true fears, only the wind is able to tell. Visions of that no mornings light ever will come. I'm to old now.