Soul Flint

Monkey found that sack of cherry bombs now searches for flint to unleash upon... Heading for the blackest forest of a rippled past shaking every leaf - every barking branch flint-less but undeterred monkey roots the frantic dirt. Knucklewalking into pond's depths spitting broken lilies from wettened lips No flint there either... monkey-fish! Swimming in clouds, morphing into a murder of crows talons piercing clouds-unleashing a rain so very cold. nothing there either mad-monkey-crow... You see I'm the keeper of the flint stored in hidden catacombs I'll strike flint against cherry bomb when the sundial whispers it's time to blow l