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The Monk

Alone in isolation Away from all known civilization There lived a monk Personal reflections with the sacraments Devotion to Jesus Christ He hides in humble seclusion Works in the garden Strawberries with nectar of honey He never had a greed or a thirt for money Lover of life and love for the arts Wearing long robes with a cross The monk had a secret place he used to go Under his bed there was a secret passage way inside was filled with beautiful paintings and writings He was a secret artist and poet The monk would paint until his hearts content Alone by himself in his own hermitage He would rise only for dinner To visit the other monks go figure No one knew of his fantasy world excursion One day a petition was made The holy monk order would allow people to visit They would also be allowed inside the monks room A young lad crawled under the monks bed He took out a scroll with very ancient writings on it The elder monk was then questioned by his superiors The scroll was based upon a forbidden city Near the gate of hell Inside were demonic beings let loose Creatures to invade your very reason The monk in question was deeply ashamed but instead of leaving he was very brave and stayed Said he would be on his best behavior & behave The secret scroll would leave a chill down your spine For now the monk wallows in his locked in memories in his mind.

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