A Knock At The Door

Opening the door show the light,

Gust of wind blows north right.

Icy mist whitens the hilly way,

I am unable to track the zigzag silly dray.

The Dear of King do chase we,

Who do need a service of security.

A helpless man so begs Mercy, free law,

Who is just in plight, and is assistance-draw' .

A tired monk thus roves random, unfortunately,

Open this Door for your mate conjugately.

It is too late now, that is not a bit needful,

Your security, too, seeks luckily seedful,

For the sake of good and ours,

Receive a bliss of Holy Powers.