
Lorick #121:
For pilgrims we guarded the way,
'til a covetous king made us prey.
Heinous charges - contrived,
brought us down. Few survived.
Underground we still thrive, truthers say.
But first, we solve #122 - here it is one last time:
I'm a place you're unlikely to find.
My great knowledge, by my fall, left behind.
I was built from a lie -
a fable, gone awry...
now I lurk in the depths and the mind