Page 6 - The Devil's Arsonist

The Monkey’s Riddle

The monkee cryed and dyed by a mother’s hande. This Barbarie ape of my
Father’s from Portugal was. For I escaped from the fire. Quarterly and Impaled

into the holy Arms of a Wyseman. I who bore his name. The purpose of its
Visitation was to tell. Near its badge that I did find then hid. Answers he my heir
shalle learn still there.

That tell of an ancient pagan Goddess of a Queen. One of war and fire three
times victory was had. A fourth denied by Roman Hand. In return her Master’s
familiar did kill by flame. That once dwelt within the soule of the first borne of
her my kin.

Was then by bell, book and candle. Cast out by him from the bosom off our
Holie Mother Church here, in Heaven and on earth. By he here in God’s name
rule in Old English. After the Conqueror of the same name dyd come.

But this evil dyd still live defying death. In innocent disguise and with deceit
they hid across the ages. For they are the Devil’s Imp of fire. He here dyd
prophecie that now hid. That you my heir to come. Who they fear. May yet
destroy them. When the Flames of Redemption. Are upon their wicked soule.