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