at the foot of mount poetes
a fierce beast asleep in the bed of quests
with a murder of crows as its accomplices
they peck all the answers and throw it in the sky as they please
some - found falling in the valley
most - hidden in the secret alley
mount poetes lost her poetry
all chewed by the monster of fiercest fairy
priest and monk busy meditate
collecting broken puzzles at memory's gate
in hope to find a clear tractate
be preached at the solemn obsequies
as mournful ventriloquists
and the beast remains asleep
under the thick quilt of creeps
spreading terror in his sleep
with heaps of questions turned into nasty quips
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