by Nick Gisburne
Another puzzle complicates the plan
A paradox to punch me in the face
The riddle, from this monolithic man
Conceals a lost and legendary place
My search is not the stuff of timeless tales
No sorcerer accompanies my quest
I weary of such convoluted trails
The benefits are baffling at best
My steed, a limping llama with a cough
Assures me I will never mount its back
Denied, I pull my itchy armour off
And contemplate the stamina I lack
An idiotic treasure and a map
I’m far too cold and cranky for this crap
