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Reserata Carcerem XXXIV
*Reserata Carcerem XXXIV* Erstwhile, travelled a monk to heav'n - that Holy Grail. Borne on trance's wings - pride cloven. Got he at 't gate: And the angels all were silent. Where pale Cynthia shed her order, for its great wall pukes rare radiance, beams and Jasper - and the gate's tall: And the angels all were silent. Then his fingers, this marred monk wrapped into knuckles on the gate - cacophony clasped ; his grit trembled: And the angels all were silent. Saw he wings in gay - sumptuous spree. Its floor of gold. His voice he raised and did quethe: "Allow me in. Oh!": And the angels all were silent. "Why should I?" Waves of waters spoke. He was not moved - Knew he in what awe his Lord's robed. "Why shouldn't you?": And the angels all were silent. "The biles of life I made my meal. Awed no nuptials. Apt azure rarely did I see, for thy rituals.": And the angels all were silent. "Thy convent was my bosom friend. Your book my zeal. E'en for thy sake had I no fiend, oft was my plea.": And the angels all were silent. "To sages'n'lord was I a plague. Graces met gloom. Yet yond this, torn ticker sin craved. Why shouldn't you?": And the angels all were silent. Now moaning, marred monk quit his rhymes, 'waiting the sage. 'gain ROCK OF AGES quoth mid smile: "Know you my name?" And the moaning monk was silent. '20:07:04:09:05 Note: *An imitation of Walter C. Smith's "The Self-Exiled". a) of moaning monk. b) Written apace with Middle English lexis. i) Erstwhile - Long ago ii) Grit - Courage iii) Quethe/quoth - Say/Said iv) Oft - Often v) Yond - Beyond vi) Mid - (obsolete) With c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences in the poem. i) 't - it ii) 'n' - and etc.
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