Monkee worked his weapon skills and finished 
For the day when he heard many strange sounds.
Powerful cries of anger and anguish 
Coming from the very rocks in the ground.


He could hear these were not mere mortal cries 
But cries of gods in distress and despair
Fellow gods but not of this land "and why
Were they so angry?" He put his ear
   To the stones to better hear their voices
   And hear their tale told in curses and oaths.
   He sensed the prison "a far off place is"
   "Mt Li, thought he, "But I will go help both."


Gathering his arsenal, monkee grinned
He knew a fine adventure would begin.