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[for AshCan, Spittoon, CrabLeg, and FallenMoon]

Even down in the vaults, among Montressor bones,

besotted Fortunato cast his verbal stones;

apparenty he never ceased to brag or bitch---

until he stumbled into that small, recessed niche;

then had to face the fact of looming immolation.

What was the insult that caused so much aggravation

to Montresor who felt so much real exultation

after setting mortar and brick that rose and walled

in Fortunato who could only watch, appalled,

bound by a chain, and soon launched to deserved damnation.

To that end, Montressor worked hard, without a stall.

For fifty years or more the mortared secret held;

the motley cap of merriment that had been belled

now drooped over a grinning, but long emptied, skull.