Wherein we solve the mystery of Lorick #5:
In a field where the past speaks through stone,
Most stand tall but a few have gone prone.
A great circle they keep,
mystic power they seep,
With their purpose forgotten, unknown.
And unveil Lorick #6
Strangely born midst crackling light
A living thinking feeling wight
In hubris born
Of pity shorn
Cruelly pursued through frozen night