laughing all the time disobeying every law even the great-king laughed till he retired for five centuries to meditate
1. the imp of wisdom with coat of gold-brocade and mint-lining never crawled but crashed all parties with *ephemerated-crime with banner held high, he spread mirth but the jay-lord's son was not amused and challenged the magic-monkey who blew but one hair-strand to duplicate the view and the foe fought hard against the wind which made one **** and disappeared
there he was.. up on the beam munching joyful an apple to the core and ire met his glaring eyes he lifted a large vase and forced fire inside and sent it forth but excellent skills of the hermit shone until deception caught him by surprise ugly lies and secret art sent the baton flying into malingering-oblivion and left the imp banished into stone mockery petrified and the staff traveled on, alone where it spins to this day until it finds a worthy-hand to catch its portent, embossed with ancient-lore
2. but the player of the lyre spun a thread to turn all heads upside-down spinning a feline-twist smacks them with tight silver-aglet'd tresses and sends the hunters onto a new trail of unspeakable dangers on the Fifth-Pathway a hooded rider on a steed so fast outruns the stallion over a cawing-hill a silent-temple starts humming olden-prayers in tongues-forgot to a drunken-master calabash-mug in the hand of an expert pretense hard at work in the grey-dust
both holding onto the same thing makes sharing one swish of a horse's tale a miniature-masterpiece sways obstinacy interceptor-serpent too languid to trap the crab silent riddles stretch learning to land at the waterfall's feet its power majestic, yet freeing
empty your cup pour anew there's half a shadow beneath the bridge the one you must cross take finest-care now