King of Ages

I've been reading and discovering only the tip of the iceberg of prehistory. From these readings have come an idea for a group of series called King of Ages. Here is the first of the series:

King of Ages I

Time ticks away, through years and years -
Decades fall like bronze armies,
Centuries rattle by like a high speed train.
In the time it takes to close and open your eyes,
(a nano second of life)
It seems a millenia has fluttered by
Spreading it's wings like an unearthly soaring beast.

It ticks away through ages without clocks,
The ticking sound made by huge blocks
Of Saracen and Blue stone -
A definitive shadow, standing still.
Out of the leafy darkness, a gifted archer
With his brittle bow, settles upon
One of his bounties of the Kingdom,
a huge red stag, waiting to be made prey.
Force upon force is witnessed, except the archer has the henge
To guide his arrow and kill the wild one.

The hills surrounding the henge are uninhabited.
The view is unspoilt and uninhibited,
Except by the top of the mounds,
For they contain the hefty exhibits, the Kings of the landscape.
Each summit can be seen for miles,
Each with its own burning fire, which is always kept alight.
From down bellows, or on entry,
These kingly, carved crowns are wooden Gods and stone Deities,
Places were sacrifice is made and time is told.

Bronze is given as if gifted by the sun itself.