Lorick #122:
A place of dreams, whose tales entrance
A time of quests and pure romance;
Whose bright flame of chivalry
fell to shame, and adultery
This paradise lost; whose memory lasts.
But first, we solve #123 - here it is one last time:
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.
