arrive and cut Libya's thread
(it's a marvelous story)
but she never bothers to catch to replace or assemble the verses
bastions started no longer rise
here is the beast's house an intricate puzzle defying solution
belief in the story died long ago though it lives on in rumour as folklore
a mixture of words worth reporting words worth nothing at all
his songs were always of horses
a knot to frustrate any blade
a work of quite monstrous weight stamped heavy with crime
whose shimmering lustre lingers
while they continued contentious internal debates on disputed issues
he no longer dreams of Achilles' fine horses
far removed from the halls of the mighty
