The Lore of Holy Monk Drokore of the Brambles

The gaze of Holy Monk Drokore is fixed

on unseen scrublands cast inside his mind.

And passing through the medium betwixt?

The sea, The Salt, the passages of time.

To what had he committed with his oath

to make the ‘Holy’ appellation sing?

A life apart from homelands verdant growth -

a spirit tamed with discipline-clipped wings.

Returning now would strike as heresy

For those inclined to track ascetic vows.

But what is solitary majesty

without the peace aloofness ought endow?

Drokore much choose his emerald effort’s heir:

The Great Beyond or to the Brambles fair.

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