Monasteries of Old

Rooms of self-imprisonment Against Spiritual Impairment; Castles like centuries-soaked Mountain, To a type of knowledge The Fountain. One a bit crazy to look at them long Or on their account assemble a song. Religious Repositories of Old By one neared when one is bold; A great wonder they did finally fold And now in touching stories told … Perhaps, something to do with veiled crime Against them held by Record-Keeping-Time Or in their inner rooms Defiling Gambling By Monks who saw through every card play; Maybe on their premises a rambling By The Wizened sorting out things they hard way.